“Oh for a son when my head is bowed and years have lined my face – A stalwart son with a gentle heart, where I still hold a mother's place. Oh, for a son when eyes grow dim and memories recede – A spirited son, a steadfast son, who sees but does not fear my need.” LonelinessAgingNeedEldersGrowing OldFamily LoveDementiaMothers And SonsAltzheimers Disease Book:His Children Source: His Children