Posted by Teri LaFaye / The Pistol Poet tm on May 14, 2017
It broke his heart to see his mama lying in the nursing home bed. He’d stroke her forehead and even as a little girl, I felt the pain he felt. Daddy hated to see his mother like that. Her bent frame and frail body curled up in a fetal position. I remembered this today….on Mother’s Day after calling my mama in the nursing home knowing she might not know who I am. It breaks my heart to know she's there...waiting; to hear her voice change, going in and out of ‘knowing’ and ‘not knowing.’ As I told her I loved her on the phone, I felt the tears hot on my face fall down. And I know how Daddy must have felt so long ago.
~~Mother's Day Memories