After this was published I was contacted by a representative of a social services agency asking if he might make 600 copies of the poem to distribute to caregivers. It's hard to put into words how that made me feel. It was all good.
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My parents lived in Greenwich Village when I was born, but moved to Queens when I was still very young. They chose an apartment in Woodside ... -
1952, age 9: Newly motherless and too young to fully appreciate the effort it must have taken my dad to have a tree and gifts that year, I s...
Published by my favorite Catholic magazine no less.
ReplyDeleteI read through each heartbreaking line and then came to that last line. So good. So right.
Thank you. That is a good magazine.
DeleteOh, Susan... again, I bow to your genius, and to your strength in getting through all you have gone through.
ReplyDeleteI remember this, but now it's hitting me just how young you were when this was happening. The well from which you draw your strength is truly bottomless.
ReplyDeleteIt's one thing doing these things for a parent, but quite another for a partner. I'm so sorry you went through this. It must have been very lonely.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm glad your poem was shared to help others.
This one made me cry.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Susan. I need to print it out and save it for Dean when he has to take care of me. Two parents with dementia does not bode well for their children.
ReplyDeleteDeceptively simple poem about something terribly complicated. I'm glad Wolfy was there for you at the end of the day.
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