Memories   By Anonymous


The hours passed, her daughter came; 'twas time to end the day; 
"How is my Mom?" she questioned me; I knew just what to say. 
"She's a very lovely lady, and we talked of days of yore. 
Her reality is memories, and she's living them once more."

I like this - it's the last four lines- one of the home care nurses gave it to me.

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