Begging your pardon
I’ve not a blessed thing to say
Could you look into these eyes—
I watched my Papa die today
He went pretty easy
He went how he wanted
No extra measures called for
No one’s gonna be haunted
Asking your blessing
But what can I do for you?
You share your smile with the angels
Can you tell me what I’m supposed to do?
Papa died clean
Papa died in his own bed
Hospice got their dnr
But Papa went his own way instead
Families walk over the worst when at their best
Your heroic work is done, son, now take you rest
Heading to Sunset Ridge
Can’t remember your name
Can’t remember much about me
Everyone goes what a shame
Taking the turn around Memory Lane
Or is it Lost Pine or somewhere else
But can you still see my nice smile?
That far ringing? Are those my bells?
But I will sit on this here bench
Don’t know this path anyways
You’re my son or daughter?
They said it was one of his better days
Playing my part in the Long Long Goodbye
Just succeeded through these 7 years
No thank you for your sweetly offered hankie
But these are needed welcome relieving tears
Heading over Sunset Ridge
Everyone go “What a shame.”
My name is Mr. Still Loving Parent
At least, I think that was his name
–In humble salute to the loved ones of my wonderful patients, PEOPLE with alzheimer’s