Unexpected surprises come my way
And can be upsetting to my day.
The care that I give to others
Is more than I received from my own mother.
Parkinson’s Disease is a game in its own
The seed that is planted has been made and sown.
Tears and depression and too much pain
Is something we deal with and there is no gain.
Comforting words is what I can give
In hopes that he will want to live.
He tells me that he wants to die
He’s in so much pain and he asks me why.
He used to be so big and strong
He worked so hard the whole day long.
Now he can barely stand at all
And sometimes I have to see him fall.
His tremors cause him to be too weak
And sometimes I have to go and seek.
A place to cry as this breaks my heart
To see his body falling too apart.
You fill your memory box with all you can
Of the child you see, that was once a man.
You are forced to take away his pride
While you bathe him daily at his side.
You introduce Depends to him today
Knowing that there is no other way.
You cut up his food and sometimes you feed
You watch him cry and your heart does bleed.
I have come to the conclusion that I can do
Nothing more, so I turn to you.
I pray oh God, that you heal this man
Please heal him Lord, any way you can.
If you must take him from me today
Please have mom and dad standing near his way.
Let him feel peace and no sorrow no pain
Let him forget what is happening today.
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