The Woman I Used to Know
My Mom
The woman I used to know was someone soft and tender hearted, always caring and loving. She gave until there was nothing left to give. And when she gave she gave with her whole heart. She would be the shoulder I would cry on when I was hurt or just sad. She was the kindest person you would ever want to meet.
The woman I used to know.
If you were hungry she would feed you, and if you needed clothes she would give whatever she had. If you were sick she would care for you with a mothers heart. Her kindness never failed, her heart was always the biggest thing about her. I would look up to her as my hero and try my best to emulate the way she was. From the way she spoke, to the way she cared for those around her.
The woman I used to know is my mom.
She was love wrapped in human form, an angel sent down from heaven to be my mother. Her love was deeper than the deepest oceans, and her arms were never closed when it came to hugs. Her warmth was wide spead to those around her. She could light up a room just by being in it. She was soft spoken and tender hearted to her children. Love was one of her speacialites and her hugs could make the worse pain go away.
The woman I used to know.
Her soft and tender kisses made boo, boos just go away and stop hurting. She was my best friend and confidante, my listening ear and sounding board. She was someone I looked up to on a daily basis. Her grace was unmatched when it came to her compassion.
The woman I used to know.
Then something inside her changed, and gone was the caring,compassionate mom that I once knew. Its like she disappeared overnight and in her place was someone that I didn't know. The doctor called it a strange and foreign name and said it would be OK.
But the woman I used to know slipped away from me. She had become distant and aloof from me.
The woman I used to know.
Now I have a stranger where my mom used to be. She so different from the woman I used to know. This person is cooler toward's those she used to cherish. Long forgotten is the passion she once had for life and things she loved doing. Once she wrote beautiful poems and now she has this distant look in her once loving eyes.
The woman I used to know.
I wish for those long gone days when I could turn to her for her warmth and understanding.
I love and miss her my Mom.
The woman I used to know.
The woman I used to know.
If you were hungry she would feed you, and if you needed clothes she would give whatever she had. If you were sick she would care for you with a mothers heart. Her kindness never failed, her heart was always the biggest thing about her. I would look up to her as my hero and try my best to emulate the way she was. From the way she spoke, to the way she cared for those around her.
The woman I used to know is my mom.
She was love wrapped in human form, an angel sent down from heaven to be my mother. Her love was deeper than the deepest oceans, and her arms were never closed when it came to hugs. Her warmth was wide spead to those around her. She could light up a room just by being in it. She was soft spoken and tender hearted to her children. Love was one of her speacialites and her hugs could make the worse pain go away.
The woman I used to know.
Her soft and tender kisses made boo, boos just go away and stop hurting. She was my best friend and confidante, my listening ear and sounding board. She was someone I looked up to on a daily basis. Her grace was unmatched when it came to her compassion.
The woman I used to know.
Then something inside her changed, and gone was the caring,compassionate mom that I once knew. Its like she disappeared overnight and in her place was someone that I didn't know. The doctor called it a strange and foreign name and said it would be OK.
But the woman I used to know slipped away from me. She had become distant and aloof from me.
The woman I used to know.
Now I have a stranger where my mom used to be. She so different from the woman I used to know. This person is cooler toward's those she used to cherish. Long forgotten is the passion she once had for life and things she loved doing. Once she wrote beautiful poems and now she has this distant look in her once loving eyes.
The woman I used to know.
I wish for those long gone days when I could turn to her for her warmth and understanding.
I love and miss her my Mom.
The woman I used to know.
Published by Judy Gollub
I'm 43 and Happily married, I enjoy reading,music,nature,taking pictures,as well as writing poetry which I have been doing for 26 plus years,and this is my first time being published. I write both dark and l... View profile
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5 Comments
Post a CommentAugustine,
I am truly sorry about your loss I know how bad this hurts as I am loosing my mom to the same, my heart goes out to you. And I am very sorry that I didn't get to answer you until now as my internet has been off for a bit. But I was rereading over some of my work when I say your comment and like always I like to answer comments personally, as I think this keeps me down to earth and real with the people that read my content. You are so very welcome Augustine as I do not share much of my private life on here. And this was very personal to me and very painful, cause it took writing this piece to realize how much of my mom that was actually missing. Rereading this still brings fresh tears to my eyes cause I miss my mom so very much, and living so far away from her makes this even more greater.
Thank you for sharing your loss, I know this was not easy. But remember the loving woman that your mom was as I am sure you do. Just as I do, I can't see her no other way.
This is a great story. I lost my mom last year to dementia. Writing about it as you have helps the healing process.
I wrote about my mom, though painful, it helped me connect with others who were experiencing some of the same pain.
Thanks for sharing.
Larry,
This was the hardest piece I have ever written, but I felt it needed to be shared with others. My mom is my world and I love her dearly. She is still with me, but it is so hard watching her go through this and not be able to help her. I feel so helpless and I want to do so much for her. But I know this disease will get worse over time, and soon the woman I used to know will be just a memory lock away in my mind and heart. This still brings tears to my eyes knowing that I can't help her. This piece opened my eyes to a lot of what I had been avoiding, watching my mom slowly slipping away from me.
I wish that I could take all the diseases out of this world and dispose of them, but unfortunately I can't and that within it's self hurts me greatly. But I also know that I am not alone in this silent pain, that's taking so many of our parents to a place where they become the people we used to know.
Beautiful, touching, poignant and sad. Thank you for sharing this private part of your life that so many others also have to endure. It helps when someone opens a window and shines a light on these things that few speak of. It is never easy when this happens to a loved one, but you very elegantly captured what you shared, the memories you have and the loss that is unfolding.
Mom,
This is for you with all my love from the deepest part of my heart. I love you mom and always will.