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There’s still a tender scar

from the cutting of your grave

two months ago.

No matter, you would say.

You’ve flown into the springtime

where you’re planting bright impatiens

in the shady spots of trees

and hanging popcorn fuchsias

from the limbs of everywhere.

You see a million colors:

bearded iris, bright petunias

shades of greenery

puffs of petals

bobbing in the sun.


Back home I listen

to your favorite symphony.

The room fills with the scent of roses,

How’d you do that, Mom?  I ask.

No matter, you would laugh.


©  2016  Betty Hayes Albright


(This is for my mom who passed away peacefully on March 3rd at the age of 98.)





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There are few things worse

than to hear your mother cry

again and again.

Fear, confusion, steal her day –

Alzheimer’s:  disease from hell.


(c) 2012  Betty Hayes Albright


Sorry, this isn’t a cheerful poem – I just needed to write it. It’s so hard to see my wonderful mom suffer so much.

We need a cure for this cruel disease.

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