I beg them to stay
To lay beside my bed
They were my friends
But off they stray
Away from where
I lost my way.
My words
They’ve gone
So far
From my pen
I feel the trickle
Of my dreams
Trail further
From my mind
I forget sometimes
To remember
But worse
I remember
All the things
I can’t ‘recall
My new pal
dementia
It’s calling echoes
In the valley
I hear it’s bell
I fear the hell
It promises
To reveal
When I stand
Lost in my land
The place I’ve know
As home
(C) Frank mcgivney
Heartbreaking. My sister has had alzheimers for eight years now.
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Its such a sad one. My mam has it too and its heartbreaking. I find myself forgetting words and events and just the hint of it even makes you realise how hard it must be for them.
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Yes..I thought your poem was effective in capturing what she must be feeling. Here are two poems I’ve written, trying to do that as well: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/02/07/bewildered-gray-walls-with-boxes/
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2013/04/01/different-types-of-loss/
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Oh I am just loving both those poems. Just resonates with me. The unplayed piano, the layers of daughters. Just beautiful judy
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I thought you might identify as I saw the same themes in your writing, Frank.
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