I have learnt an awful lot from total strangers over the years. This subject has bought some of the most heartfelt conversations.
We care for those who once cared for us
nurtured, loved and kept safe from harm.
Tides turn leaving us the task we dread,
never fully understanding why this should be.
Looking in a mirror; the image reversed
clouding the cherished memories: broken.
Nothing prepares for causing distress,
unwittingly removing their dignity.
We see in them what we once were,
brings unbearable pain; a mental anguish.
United in our silent screams, both lost
waiting for the end; the final release,
not wanting that event to actually arrive.
The unknown is hard to endure,
but we willingly jump into that mirror,
nursing those whose life ebbs away;
unrecognised by them; just strangers,
often fighting for them to remember
instead of accepting who they became.
We give all that we can as time ticks on
we can make these moments precious.
Stop fighting the current: ride the waves.
reflection of the past will give solace
remember the present: it gives strength.