A Tribute to Mom


Dear Mom,

When I was young, you clothed me, fed me, and taught me right from wrong. You gave me my faith, showed me laughter and how to have fun. You said study hard and never be a quitter. The house was clean, food was on the table, the bath was ready, and the bed was warm. Lessons taught so young. You loved me.

When I was a teen, you let me fly, but you were always there, waiting to catch me if I should fall. I studied hard, had my faith, and had a lot of fun. The food was on the table, the bed was warm, and you loved me.

I fell in love and you were there to share my happiness. A ring was on my finger and I was engaged! Your smile said it all. You loved me.

My wedding day came after months of planning. The times we shared were fun. You dressed me in my gown, as tradition holds. I can still feel your hand on my shoulder, fixing me. I can still feel your loving touch. We are best friends now, too. We shopped until we dropped, we laughed, shared a meal and a movie. I cried, you cried, I laughed, you laughed. And you loved me.

I'm having a baby; you're the first person I call. Nine months of waiting and my daughter is born. We took her home, and who do we see? My mother is waiting in our home to care for baby and me.

The phone rings, a mother's plea, "Help me," you say. My home is open, and you come live with me.

You get lost, can't find your way home; thank goodness you did. How frightened you must have been, but you made it a joke to shelter me.

Forgive me, Mom. I missed all the signs. Alzheimer's disease has taken over your mind way too young.

You're not coming home because you don't want to be a burden, so you insist on placement. You were never a burden, but now I know why. You didn't want our lives invaded by this ugly disease. A brave, unselfish act—the gift of a mother's unconditional love.

We built a lifetime of trust, a mother-daughter bond. You sign a paper entrusting me with your life. Neither of us worry because we still have love.

Your body is still strong, but your brain is deteriorating. We still go shopping, and we still share a movie and a meal. I bring you back to the nursing home and I shed a tear. We exchange an "I love you" and a warm embrace. I'll be back tomorrow to see your beautiful face.

I'm sorry, Mom. I can't fix this disease. It's taken its toll. Your memories are gone, but I remember for us both. I now feed you, clothe you, try to make you laugh, and ensure you have food and a warm bed. I pray for peace while holding your hands. I look up and see your smile, though no words spoken. Only love fills the air.

My daughter is grown now, and she is flying herself. I've taught her the lessons, as you did me. She studies hard and is having fun. She's not a quitter and her faith is strong. The food is on the table, and her bed is warm. You see, Mom, I passed on your love. So if one day Alzheimer's comes to me, I won't have to worry. Your love lives on endlessly.

Your loving daughter,


Growing up in a close family, Michele DeSocio learned about the power of love at a very young age and still maintains that she is happiest when with her loved ones. In 1999, she became caregiver to her mom Jean DelCampo. Michele found her voice as an advocate volunteering for Memory People, an online support and awareness group for dementia.

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Absolutely beautiful and how appropriate with Mother's Day tomorrow. How blessed you both were to have each other. I wish I'd had a mother like yours. Bless you for loving her and comforting her and letting her know she isn't a burden and that you care for her gladly. How thoughtful and loving she was to opt for a nursing home rather than have you and your family cope with a situation that only gets worse. This letter certainly made my day. Thank you Michele.

So many letters here show so much resentment and anger against the mother or father who has altzheimers. Being a caregiver is the hardest job it is but the parent you're taking care of would never have chosen to get this terrible disease. You wouldn't wish it on your worst enemy. It's not their fault; their behavior is not their fault. They can't undo mistakes and hurts in the past any more than you can. I was a caregiver for my husband for 11 years and I know what I'm saying. Try to find moments of humor, go for a drive into the country and inhale the fragrances of the grasses, flowers and blooming trees. Sit on a bench with the person you're taking care of and look at a lake or river, at the birds and water fowl. Find something beautiful to expand your spirit. Happy Mother's Day everyone!
Love this poem letter! I too have a mom with Alzheimer's. Its a terrible disease. This describes our relationship to a t !
I would like to share this if I may. It brought me to tears.
From one daughter to another...happy mothers day!!! God bless!
It is truly hard my mother has dementia and shes in a nursing home i go every night to put her to bed.Your poem touched my heart.