Museum of Memories
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Written for a picture in the "Get into the conversation" poetry contest sponspred by Eve Roper,
This poem is written about Alzheimers and how one with it sometimes feel, resonating with the picture provided as well. I have some loved ones that struggle with this.Alzheimers disease is a progressive condition that slowly destroys memory and thinking skills, and eventually the ability to carry out simple tasks.
In the cold draft of an empty morning,
I sit widowed, engrossed in scattered thoughts,
confused by tawny tunes of ticking time,
knitting vague colors of changing seasons.
In silence, my name remains forgotten,
mere memory in an old museum.
But when I feel the golden rays of sun-
that drapes my winter heart in honeyed glints,
I trace truth between these wrinkled life lines.
For mind spirals in a web of chaos,
tangled amidst sharpened needles in grey.
I sing special songs to my healing plants;
reflective remedy to blurred flashbacks.
I water them with bleeding tears of angst,
and watch them thrive in my glass window.
Whilst I struggle to remember my past,
where my soul danced to daffodil daydreams,
when my kin ran in circles around me.
Fern greens, only familiarity,
Alzheimer's, now my sad reality.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2023
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