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this poem is about my mom. it is sad. |
| Note: this is a true poem about my mom. She isn't dead yet. nor does she live in a special home. Where's the love in my mother's eyes? They're just two black holes now. The love is gone. She has Frontal Temporal lobe dementia and Picks disease. I can only see the love she USED to have in pictures taken BEFORE this horrible, heartbreaking, heart wrenching, (expletive), depressing etc. disease. She gets worse every freaking time I see her! So where's the love in my mother's eyes? It's gone. Gone. I miss the old mom! The mom before the illness! :'-[ :'-( :'-{ :-[ :-{ |