So Sad

Growing Old

She welcomed me with special warmth 

In her neat uncluttered room 

‘Tho she tried so hard to force a smile 

She wore the face of gloom. 

She had always been so full of life 

And it really was quite sad 

That here and now, all that was left 

Were the memories she had. 

So we sat and talked of better times 

And her eyes came back to life. 

She recalled the days so long ago 

As a mother and a wife. 

I said how very proud I was 

To call her my dear friend; 

And how the world was better now 

For the person she had been.

When I hugged her tight and bid good-bye 

In her eye I saw a tear; 

And she said, "It’s not the growing old 

Or the suffering I fear." 

"The thing I find most difficult 

That cuts me to the core, 

The world keeps slipping from my grasp 

And nobody hugs me anymore." 

In memory of E. Clary and written by Doris S. Grimsley 

©1990 USED WITH PERMISSION

I found this and thought it was so sad 

My Mom is in a nursing home and

she is so happy when I visit her.