Her Castle of Confusion

I am building a castle with my hands and my feet.
I have sand in this bucket and a sandwich to eat.
There are broken shells on the beach, they can be used.
Don’t tell me I can’t; for I am terribly confused.

I am adding soldiers, so you will leave me alone.
Don’t speak to me unless you are taking me home.
I am building a castle with my toes in a pure happy day.
Alzheimer be damned, don’t take my reason away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Proxenos Avatar
December 10, 2020 at 7:59 AM
Your are a poetess of intense imagination, fascination and creation, and so it will always be. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.
Krutsinger Avatar
December 10, 2020 at 2:49 PM
My father died of this horrible disease.
Rodrigues Avatar
December 9, 2020 at 6:46 PM
Imagination floats over your head...words make an appearance now or then...or so I’ve been told.
Krutsinger Avatar
December 10, 2020 at 2:49 PM
I have to tell you, this went no where I expected it to go.
Dietrich Avatar
December 9, 2020 at 3:35 PM
this is so poignant!!! love it. I think my carpet cleaner may have arrived. Ciao!
Krutsinger Avatar
December 10, 2020 at 2:49 PM
I know this, and hope I never LIVE it.
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