2019-02-18_aallard_Maybe Tomorrow.docx

Maybe Tomorrow

My children, they call you Grandma
But you don’t know who they are.
I am sitting right in front of you
but it’s like you are so far.

You carried me for nine months,
I have your cheekbones and long brown hair
My reflection looks just like yours,
but still you sit and stare.

I watch as you struggle to remember my name,
Hello Ma’am, who are you ?
Mom! It’s me! Remember?
Please tell me what to do.

I try so hard not to cry,
I try to remain strong.
Sometimes I get so mad at you,
Even though you’ve done nothing wrong.

Your brain continues to deceit you,
As your memory fades away.
Your body is right beside me,
But still I miss you every day.

I know you are in there somewhere,
So I stay and hold your hand
I will keep on telling you stories,
Hoping maybe you’ll understand

They tell me that you aren’t coming back,
But I am not ready to let you go,
You did not remember me today,
So I will try again tomorrow.