Clouds

Come on, Mema, we're here

Let's get out, I got your purse

Yes, yes, you look fine, you know? It's, it's okay, just pull it up over your shoulder

Come on, let's go, your hair looks beautiful

Your hair looks beautiful

Don't worry if the wind blows it

Nothing can take away your grace

Even the wind knows it

You're always lovely, Lily

Even when your current state makes you second-guess every little decision that you make

Hello, dementia, I see you growing now

Disrupting open lanes of thought, my steady cast in doubt

There's only coping strategies on the subject that I've read about

Not a single cure, just adjustments and ways to ride it out

But I'll never let you see it destroys me every time you lose a thought

And I laugh through every story with you as your words get lost

'Cause I know the lady I'm seeing used to hold me when I cried

And tell me to watch my mouth and pray for me to have a better life

(And I love you), I want you to know, sweet lady, that you mean so much to me

And when that day comes I'm praying that you'll lose touch with me

From everything you accomplished in life

Lord knows that you ought to be proud (that ought be proud)

And I just know to lovingly deliver you on our back

So I see you in the clouds

A short corn of snap peas with my nanny Bertha

On your farm, you made me feel like I'm your little worker

Home-made biscuits with honey for my breakfast, sir

Cover me up with a quilt and pop a dawn's easy chair

It was simpler

You made the thanksgivings great, not just the plates you brought

Our whole family to the same place

But since you've been in assisted living, that's disappearing; it's disappointing

Your presence at home was so endearing

But you still make us laugh, just not as frequent as the past

And I know those oxygen hoses wrapped around you make you mad

You've always been a strong woman

You raised my father by yourself

And I know you never planned to see the day you'd be needing someone's help