Edith D Eutsler Poet Prose

Void of a Pen

A chapter void of a pen in the book of life,
where Dawn and Dusk are the same as one, 
and time stands still.
Thoughts are as silent as a vacuum lost in
a place called forever.
Sounds try to awaken the heart to open it's door.
Even the windows refuse the rainbow of colors.
The cruelty of the empty pages presses against 
another Dawn, another Dusk, when time had 
meaning and memories were sewn with
threads of gold.
Jesus knows and sees the concealed.
When He returns to take His own,
Alzheimer's will be - left behind.
Praise The Lord!

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Richard Lamoureux May 29, 2015 at 9:43 AM I wrote a poem called "Collage" that I posted in Nov 2013 that deals with this topic. Just type in Collage in the search box at the top of this page and you will find it.

Richard Lamoureux May 29, 2015 at 9:39 AM No it is not on here but my book is available through amazon.ca titled "DUMMY, Hurtful and Healing Words".

Edith D Eutsler May 29, 2015 at 8:47 AM I would love to read that poem Richard.. Did you put it on this web site also?? If not, Why Not? Many would enjoy it! Thank You for your comment to me, Edith

Richard Lamoureux May 29, 2015 at 8:26 AM This touches me, I wrote a poem about this very topic in my book in one of the final chapters.