She will never know me. Worse, I will never know her.

Her realm diminishes like the winter solstice setting sun. There will be no spring...no renewal for this diminutive woman.

She is unaware of what envelopes her. I am not. I am reminded every moment of every day.

She loves spaghetti. She loves her bedroom. She loves my new kitty. She loves me as a child loves her mommy.

When I am not near at hand, fear consumes her. I am the last stand to her touch of reality.

Patience is my purpose now. Compassion. I feel as though I am failing miserably at times.

I have always had to help her deal with herself. This has been my reality. How I have fought it!

8 years now..I have been her sole care giver.

I wonder what is locked away inside her.

Thank you TB for the link