The getting mam home, didnt happen,
She is still with us defying the odds,
as she did with every illness she every had,
so I suppose it shouldnt really be surprising,
she stays with us and every day is another day.

My mam has a favourite song, and I think
I now know why, her song is one day at a time,
and that is how her and us are living it now,
one day at a time.

She is without doubt, a mighty warrior,
she has come back into her old self,
mostly and only occasionally wanders
away from us. That I tell you is a true
blessing, and I am so glad for it.

Each day she grows weaker in herself,
and each night we are afraid, and each
morning she is there its painfully wonderful.

My dad is struggling, his grief is in the here and now,
and he wants her to be here with him, but it is not
to be so, she is too weak to travel, we have to accept that,
to bring her home, would cause her too much pain and
she has accepted that she is in the hospital, now that they
have given her, her own room, and one of us is with her always,
she is more settled, and less confused.

So we take it, as it is, and are glad of it,
one more day at a time.

M