They say I’m in my son’s house
Too old to live alone
They say he’ll care for me
But I know that cannot be.
My son is a baby – he is only three.
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Wow! A very interesting twist Oneta! Well done! 😊
Thank you. And I appreciate having the opportunity to join in your challenge.
Good twist. Interesting challenge. Thanks.
Thanks.
What a twist. I feel for the befuddled one who is probably struggling with Alzheimers.
It is a horrible disease. When my mom was within a couple weeks of death from cancer, the doctor asked me in her presence, to come to the hall for discussion of her condition. When I went back to her room, she asked me if he had told me she had Alzheimers. She did not by any means! But I realized that even in the face of her death, she could think of something worse! I guess one can more easily carry her own cross when she sees another that would be worse. Rather strange, but I think I understand. In the time of my own afflictions, I have always had so much to be thankful for. One of which right now at 83, I don’t have Alzheimers!
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And again, I thank you.