Jack Clark Poet Rhyme

Give It To

The image in my mirror,
(Some loving mother’s son), 
Has no identity,
No name from anyone.

Mottled thoughts surround me
Each one a treasure trove
Living there as episodes
My past has lived and wove.

A woman in my doorway
Asks: “How you feelin’, Dad?”
But I cannot recognize
This wandering maenad.

Things appear before me
Throughout my normal day
But recognitions of what they are
Alzheimer’s stole away.

I can’t feel the sorrow,
The loss nor the disdain
Within a face before me
Upon which displays pain.

I’m filled with love and longing
Which I want to shine on through …
But, I can find no one I know
To whom I can give it to.

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Robert Nehls May 16, 2015 at 2:52 AM Hi Jack. This is a very powerful and sad poem about the thoughts behind the face of one that suffers from Alzheimers. You have painted a heart wrenching portrait of love that cannot be shared. Great read, my friend.... Robert.