Rocka - bye - baby
on the tree top
When the wind blows
the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
the cradle will fall
Down will come baby
cradle and all 🎵🎵🎵
The sound from a baby's cry in the café disrupted my brain, from what I heard my Mom said.
Alzheimer's, your father, he has alzheimer's disease Angel. Honey, he has been showing signs, since you graduated from college. Stella, speaking but all I seem to hear is a child's music box melody while the baby is crying.
Mom, how?, why?, I have to, I need to ask him, I need to ask Dad, Is he really going to forget me?.
It's not fair I know, unfortunately, he will. Everything he is, everything he knows will be gone. He won't remember any of us, his past and his future.
I cried a cry that is nowhere near stopping, a cry as silent as I once were when I was a baby, I kept it silent. My hands trembling. But he's still so young to have it. He is only in his 60's.
Angel, dear, hear me out, I will do my best, to make him comfortable, and safe. But now you know, that is why he had this accident, his eyes have always been far sighted. He runs, and runs, he loves to run, because he sees only what is ahead and not in front of him. He parked on the corner of the street, and he ran to the store, he didn't see a caution sign, and fell to the hole where there is construction going on. He was lucky to be alive. Sometimes I search for him at night. One night He left the house, so I called the police, to help me find him and bring him home. They found him, near the Marina. He was mumbling a boat's name, Anna Marie, anna marie where is the anna marie?, Where is she?. I never asked who that girl was. I was thankful he was found and unharmed.
He shops for his dead father and mother, he fixes them dinner at the table, because he knows they will visit him. His parents have been dead for so long. Mom explained my Dad's unspoken truth.
How?, how will I tell him now?, that I will leave him to go to New York, to go where my dream job is waiting for me. He is so sick, this is serious, I thought his legs are the ones broken, but really it is his mind.
What will I do now?, go to New York or take care of my Dad?
My banana muffin, pancakes, and orange juice is left untouched.