My mother says no after ( Guardian)
Yes! That Bloomsday sounds very important
in my resounding diary, making me visit often
the crucial moments of care and recipient.
Wheeling elderly and aged, in my home,
my priority, for years with commitment
and devotion unmatched, driving me proud
for the blessing and healing it involves.
Personal care, veering moment after moment
Round the clock, for the realization, this one
Birth, and life evolve around affection
And nothing but mutual affection.
But the mother slowly in her own world
Of past, her days, irredeemable, peculiar
Dream world beyond my comprehension;
Still my care persists; comfortably she sleeps
In her own world, cherishing memory of her
Husband, with whom, she had special days,
I am not wanted, now, slowly she merges
Into a different round of entity, me, after all
Watching the dumb show.
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