In Midnight Confessions, poet Joy Olree, a self-described autistic poet with MS, presents a collection of user-friendly verse reflecting on her experiences with the world and her readings and studies of the Bible. She offers her opinions on a wide range of topics and invites disagreement and discussion.
In the twinkling of an eye they came, the memory snatchers.
First it was the short-term memories, then the medium ones.
As time went by, more memories seem to leave, but she never
forgot her God and she never did not pray. I put my hand on
her bed as she breathed her last breath. I prayed, “Thank you,
Lord, for making it possible for me to be there.”
As I sit here in the lighted room, the dark outside, I miss my
stepmom. Tomorrow is Christmas, a time of celebration, and I
think to myself, Do I have anything to celebrate? Most of my
family has died. I still have the children and the grandchildren.
I guess I am blessed, and is that not the way of life? Us older
folks die, and the young take our place, unless there is some
unforeseen unexpected tragedy.
But I have much to be thankful for this Christmas. See, because
of my decision to take care of my stepmom at the nursing home,
I now have a new set of friends. A nursing home full of friends.
Thank you, stepmom and God, for making this possible.
Merry Christmas and a happy New Year, humanity.