Dementia
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Gently touch her, gently care,For the day may come — swiftly whenThat endless cruel knockingon doors bolted from the insideDies down and turns intogray silence.
There are clouds in the sky,
However ,it is still blue.
You remind me of someone I know.
Even though, my memory has a partial flow.
Underneath the storm,the sun still shines through.
Please forgive me if I forget your name.
Nothing seems the same.
All this confusion is a pain.
Is that snow or rain?
My memory is fading.
Only the fog is cascading
One day, a cure will be found.
i still remember the jar of cookies
you hid behind the picture frames
the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open,
"shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face
our little secret
i lost a little more of you today
there must be a wormhole in the bathroom
because when you walked out
you couldn't remember who i was
i showed you the television
I saw on the news that people were protesting wearing the cloth masks in public spaces because it violated their rights.
I hear the deep rolling growl of my fathers pick up truck pulling into our driveway
The plumes of smoke filling the air like an ominous grey cloud of warning.
You're slipping away
Your mind it is almost gone
Eyes clouded by confusion
Then you sing a song
your eyes brighten once more
The moments seem to be passing by your minds door
Once strong and leaned on,
I was too young the first time-
And it is only one time for now.
And why shouldn't you have another try?
But now,
unlike before,
even through your cloudy eyes,
you see his war decorations
It started with pain in her bellyHer vision became blurryHer legs refused to listen to her mindThe pain, the physical painunbearableHer handsClumsybut not too clumsy to pour a drink
Thank you
But for what?
I have succeeded in nothing but failure.
I couldn’t stop her mood from changing,
Or the kids from calling,
Dementia is stealing you, Worse is grandma’s view. You were so tall, Now we fear a fall. We feared the test, You were not at your best. Once our light, Now, not so bright. We lie, So not to cry. Many stay away, To our dismay.
Hollow
Skin cracked and fading
Hair black but greying
Unable to get up and move past the craving
Of more time and young life
Darling when we met; the stars smiled at us.
Meeting you has been a treat my darling.
Loving you darling became effortless.
Our love grew as if a flower blooming.
Time moved faster as we passed our prime.
Wherever I may go
I know where I have been.
My grandfather, has lost this.
For everything he sees,
he does not remember.
Memories make us who we are.
Without them,
we are a lost cause.
The world’s best computer
Here in my head,
Is all I need
Until I am dead.
The ability to reason
And think and decide,
If I should run
Or if I should hide.
All I really need
Is the power of women in my roots
And my memories
And that is enough because
You remind me of my grandmother.
She flows through my bloodstream
And some days
26 March 2014
Though my words have been scattered
and my lips been tainted,
take her heart and lift it.
Take her mind and relieve it.
Take away her pain, not her life.
Your mind is deteriorating right in front of my eyes
But the flesh still clings to your cheekbones
So old, wise, strong and frail
Tragic, empowering, endearing and vague
The man I have lost and the man I have gained
We have seen your facets
Of love, loss, pain and suffering
We are known as you are to us
Don’t breathe,
talk
or blink,
just stare.
Though my mind tries to grasp the words
to make sense of this,
all that comes to me is a sound,
and I feel as if I may pass out.
Who are you?
I'm Kimberlyn -
The one who spent
Every weekend,
And those sticky, sweet, Georgia summers
At your house making memories.
The one that glistened
Every Christmas
His porcelain skin
& wiry brown hair,
His rosy cheeks
& baby blue eyes,
The cotton jacket
With matching leather shoes
& stiff cap.
Always at attention, like a soldier
You may be gone, gone past all returning,
But I'll hold you like a candle in my heart.
And I know that this candle will keep burning,
Until my memories have flown apart.
Thinking the world is conspiring to go against your will
Your closest relatives seem to be the ones farthest away
The way you view the world has changed
