the look in her eyes
she was lost I could see it
she still held my hand
Why can't I be free?
I never imagined this would happen to me.
Stuck inside this house,
unable to walk on my feet,
locked doors and sticky notes
everywhere for me to read.
Why can't I be free?
My mind is shutting down;
it feels like a catastrophe.
I'm getting mad at myself
because of these difficulties.
I look into familiar faces,
but I can't recognize my own family.
Why can't I be free?
Everyone is walking around
while I'm trapped inside of me.
I can see the ones I love,
but there is no memory.
Their faces are right before my eyes,
yet they're strangers staring back at me.
Why can't I be free?
Sometimes I'm acting irrationally.
Solitary confinement
feels like the place for me.
I'm locked inside a prison,
trapped within my own reality.
Why can't I be free?
This disease is taking
everything away from me.
There may be no cure,
no promise or possibility.
As my memories slowly disappear,
I'm afraid of what will remain of me.
BECAUSE ALL I EVER WANTED
WAS TO BE FREE,
BUT WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES,
THERE'S NO MEMORY
STARING BACK AT ME.
My dad lay in bed, ready to go to sleep.
I asked him "Dad, do you remember me?"
" I was your daughter. Your only child.
Just take your time Dad, think for a
while."
" Look at these pictures of you and me,
do they spark your memory?"
" These pictures that you see, is a
birthday party you threw for me."
She held him close in disbelief and asked
over again. "Do you remember
me?"
" She said look closely, do you recall?"
A puzzled look on Dad's face, said it all.
He responded. " I'm, sorry honey, I wish I
could. His sad response she understood.
His memories just disappeared. Leaving
her with heartfelt tears.
Alzheimer's disease has found it's way.
Much to a loving daughter's, great dismay.
Her Dad doesn't know her anymore. Now
she carries special memories of him and
her.
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May God bless those who
contribute to this great cause,
to find a cure. You never know
if it may affect someone in
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I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.
There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.
The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.
Hobby
is latent gene
Few explore
Many ignore
Hobby
not pastime leisure
it's undervalued
battery recharger
Hobby
of painting
I rekindled
in COVID
Painted 385 artwork
during lockdown
while world was
grumpy of isolation
Painted from
Two hospital wards
Leaving Doctors amused
Never finding me scared
Hobby
Identify, Cultivate
When busy to core
Handy when you retire
Hobby
Remember
best antidote
to Alzheimer
_____________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????
She stared at the pictures and all
the memories came rushing in
She knows these faces of children
and remembers her life again
Once again she heard their laughter
like before her life fell apart
A tear of joy streaked her soft cheek
as she felt their love fill her heart
It is all the warmth she can feel
as her grandchildren hug her deep
The light on their face as they smiled
these memories she vows to keep
A light twinkles in her grey eyes.
a gentle smile slips ‘cross her face
For just a few moments she is
back in her family's embrace
The light begins to peel away,
her mind fades back to submission.
Please stay she begs, to no avail
cause her memories won't listen.
please god stop me going insane ~ a crown of thorns grows around my brain
By
David Kavanagh
We walked hand in hand
Towards the end of our land
Through the history of time
Our life - it felt sublime
You held me and I held you
A sweet embrace and lovely too
Our memories, less so
Mine have died.. oh long ago.
You are looking straight at me
Feeling pleasure, pain and glee
For the life you had with me
Together shared, near the sea.
When my eyes devour you,
I feeling pain and yes, love too
For I forgot what we have had
My memory.. it is so bad
But when we touch, emotions rise
With your heart I empathize
And I embrace your heart and soul
For in the end, we've reached our goal.
The Trump-Approved diet for men
Is three-times per day Uncle Ben
Too good to be true
They all think its new
(Add mice to the rice to keep thin!)
Come here, my dear, and have no fear, I'm here,
Mom loved her grandkids, but she loved us first,
We're her trials, hid behind smiles, she rehearsed,
Mom had The Word, and the Lord--knew naught fear
Scriptures and song, sing along, she's well versed
Come here, my dear, and have no fear, I'm here,
Words I used -- as she endured ... Alzheimer,
Faculties ... difficulties ... mom my dear,
Kind words passing people ... social climber,
Believed in Heaven--I hear her ... "I'm HERE!"
"Be along shortly", says this old-timer.
2020 January 31
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Sponsored by: Lu Loo
2.) Come here, my dear, and have no fear
flood of emotions
drifts with drought of memories
step back Alzheimer
WHAT A CRYING SHAME
My parents were married for 45 years,
Looking forward to their 50th anniversary,
But my Dad got cancer and died,
And my Mom slowly developed Alzeimers!
She lived with us, but often did FLOUNDER,
And her mood was often DOLOROUS,
She spoke incessantly on a make believe phone call,
But to us this was BOMBAST and of little meaning!
She had not one INHIBITION, and often acted
LECHEROUS – used to take off her nightie,
Whilst speaking to her imaginary, half her age lover,
We felt sorry for her, for this was not my mother!
One never knows how to handle any
Loved one, who has Alzheimer’s and who do
Not understand reason, nor did she,
All of us a NEOPHYTE, new in this arena.
But as PROVIDENCE would have it, God
Must have felt so sorry for her,
For 45 years was a devoted wife,
Now a mistress to an imaginary young lover!
She fell and broke her ankle and became
Bed-ridden at the age of 86, but
Her mind somehow came right, we
Have asked doctors, no one knows why.
Before she died, in a manner SMOLDER, asked to destroy “Ari’s” love letters!
POETRY CONTEST - JOHN HAMILTON
EIGHT WORD FREE VERSE CHALLENGE
O Moon of My Memory
O new moon of my day-time sky
Reflection of earthshine
Craters and mountains
Vague images floating
Reminding of days gone by
O waxing moon of my memory
Graceful and slender
Teasing and flirting
Uncertain faces
Shadows are being
Pushed slowly away
O gibbous moon of my memory
Gathering sunlight
Expanding horizons
Details exposed
Features revealed
Images clearing
O full moon of my memory
Shining so brightly
Glorious detail
Craters and mountains
Laser precision
Easy recall
O gibbous moon of my memory
Sliver of ebony
Creeping across
Freezing my heart
Pulse pounding
In a cloak of obscurity
O waning moon of my memory
Darkness descending
… enveloping
Shielding my view
Concealing my life
O new moon of my day-time sky
Twinkling of star light
Alone in the void
Dimmed to my sight
O great moon of my memory
Paschal moon of my soul
Orange orb of the harvest
Blue moon of my life
O fickle moon of my memory
Return to me once more
Before I bid my final
farewell
He forgets the things he was going to do,
Earlier on in the day,
He forgets right in mid conversation,
The words he was going to say,
And he forgets why he walked into the room,
He forgets the words that were said,
He forgets the names of people he meets,
He forgets the things in his head,
But he’s reminded each weekday just before 2,
Whenever he goes to the pub,
That the first rule of Alzheimer’s Limited are Us,
Is not to even mention the club,
And he happily sits in the crowd with a drink,
Not knowing anyone there,
He happily sits and drinks away life,
By the window on his old wooden chair.
Absent to surrounding ~ blessed with God's gentle touch.
3/28/2019
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