Doris Culverhouse Poet Narrative

Golden Age

Golden days of youthful frolicking remembrance
As I lie upon my bed and wonder the time
Watching as my LOVE of life deteriorates into a villianous pain
Alzheimers destroys her mind; abuse and lethargy curse her actions
Hate and destruction spew from a dry well of memories
Time stands still in this room three sixteen until the end of days
Family doesn't want to see her emotional outburst
Visitations become less frequent, nurses are jaded to offer hope
Talks of transfering the "patient" into a special facility
Remove the problem from our mist....we can't be bothered with her outburst
In this room is the shell of a life...once lived according to her plans
Memories live on in the descendants when time can find peace again....

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Poet Destroyer A July 16, 2012 at 3:38 AM ha golden age... , stopping by to wish you a happy good night.. nice poem~ LUV*PD

Andrea Dietrich June 10, 2012 at 12:11 AM VERY sad, I can sure relate to this one, Doris. You capture the feelings completely.

Kathryn Collins March 27, 2012 at 8:35 AM you nailed the devastation

Sara Kendrick March 23, 2012 at 5:27 PM Enjoyed reading this very creative and descriptive work..Great job..Mom

Phyllis Babcock March 19, 2012 at 4:08 PM It is a sad disease and my father-in-law has it. I feel for my husband when he has to go visit because he does not know anyone anymore. Would be nice to invent a pill that could cure it. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen March 19, 2012 at 1:35 AM Doris, like your poem, but is so sad.....tears in my eye hook. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Lucilla Carrillo March 18, 2012 at 10:06 PM This is a good write , but very sad. I know how it feels, when you see somebody deteriorate before your eyes. it was my husband. He had Cancer. Many blessings. lucilla

Poet Destroyer A March 18, 2012 at 7:59 PM Doris, this is my moment of sadness,,, sorry i could not find that little pill,,, i find the ending, comforting... thank you for sharing... my mother has been in a coma for 3 days already.. and it's all thanks to that stupid alzheimers that destroyed her mind.... sorry to say it that way..it just hurts that all... thank you for the comment.. always..pd