39: Rewind

39: Rewind

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Living with Alzheimer's & Other Dementias

Rewind

A daughter is a gift of love.

~Author Unknown

When I was young, a long time ago

You walked with me nice and slow

You held my hand to keep me safe

And made your steps small to suit my pace

Now it’s my turn to do that for you

I hold your hand, it’s the least I can do

I walk with you up and down the hall

To keep you from stumbling and taking a fall

You squeeze my hand and smile at me

I squeeze yours back just as gently

You don’t know my name, but that’s okay

Little by little your memory’s slipping away

We’re on a journey we didn’t choose

I realize each day how much we have to lose

You’re slowly traveling back in time

I’m watching your life slowly rewind

Your memories are fading, but I’m still here

Though I know shortly, too, I’ll disappear

I’ll be erased, no matter how tight I hang on

Your grip will grow weak, but I’ll remain strong

I’ll hold your hand, I’ll keep you safe

I’ll keep my steps small to suit your pace

No matter what happens we’ll walk side by side

We’ll travel together this long goodbye.

~Kala Cota

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