Dementia

I see her sitting in her chair The wheels are locked in place My gaze is met by hollow eyes No expression on her face It's clear she does not know me Nor does she recognize The life that swirls around her chair She cannot visualize In her lap there rests a doll Cupped within her arm With the instincts of a mother She shelters it from harm. I wonder what still lies within What thoughts run through her head When her whole life consists of Her wheelchair and her bed How much of life does she retain What treasures does she hide How much does she really know That she keeps locked inside Does in her heart a love still glow Do cherished memories play Or like her withered body Have they too gone away I wish that I could reach her And visit for a while But I can offer nothing But compassion and a smile
11/25/2011
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Horsman Avatar
April 12, 2020 at 11:26 PM
Roaming through my favourite poems, this one so special.....,
Susan Avatar
November 28, 2011 at 8:14 AM
aww, so sad. it must be very frustrating for you and yet you handle it with a positive attitude, offering what you can. I love the stanza about the memories, if they still play. beautiful description.
Quigley Avatar
November 28, 2011 at 10:07 AM
Thanks Susan. It is such a humbling experience to be around these people.
Castro Avatar
November 27, 2011 at 10:42 AM
wow this almost made me cry nice work 7 up
Quigley Avatar
November 27, 2011 at 1:18 PM
Yes John, it is sad. And no cure.
Horsman Avatar
November 27, 2011 at 5:41 AM
This is brilliant Bob, having worked in 'áge care' i feel the sentiment here, wonderful poem. just got to go to my favourites, along with you. harry
Quigley Avatar
November 27, 2011 at 8:01 AM
I volunteer at a nursing home one afternoon a week and see this all around me. Sad.
Dietrich Avatar
November 25, 2011 at 11:30 PM
Yes, I think some of us know this feeling all too well. The older we get, the more chance we have of finding it in our own family. Sad one and well written, Bob.
Quigley Avatar
November 26, 2011 at 1:40 PM
Thanks Andrea. Always appreciate your comments
Culverhouse Avatar
November 24, 2011 at 1:47 PM
sad....my mother in law is like this.....
Quigley Avatar
November 24, 2011 at 2:06 PM
My mother suffered with it too. It is sad to watch
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