Mar 30, 2014

Like A Balloon

My mother is like a balloon.
Every day at some point Alzheimer floats her away
Into a world of complete confusion.
I grab the string
and pull her down
To ground her once again
for a little while....

at

1 comment:

CAROLDEE said...

That's a great way to describe it..how they are in and out. Hugs to you I know it's a tedious hard and loving job you are doing. :-)

March 31, 2014 at 9:48 AM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)