Long Alzheimer Poems
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My love
I’m right here
Forever by your side
I am strong enough for two
Never will I let you down
It breaks my heart
To see your vitality
Slowly fade to nothing
But the eyes don’t lie
The twinkle is still there
Down deep inside
The love’s still there
Deep down inside
The memories we made
They’ll never fade
When I hold your hand
And see your smile
My heart melts a little more
It brings me back to yesterday
Always I’ll be right here
By your side
My love
My heart
My soul
Always I will love you
Forever and a day
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAN'T IMAGINE~ 2020
AP: 1st place 2025, 1st place 2021
Last week in paper I see story old nuns some die with Alzheimer in head, others still jolly old gals think good sharp things, making jokes Bishop's small dick, like that. Turns out ones who get Alzheimer cannot write good sentence structure when teenagers before they nuns. They write essays about "Why I want be nun," this way back 1917. Them that still darn smart, they write real clever sentences when they young, say like, "Be nun for God, help world," but them fated to Alzheimer, them write, "Be nun for devil," they not understand how it work.
I used worry I would get Alzheimer so would not drink Coca Cola if in cans, for fear aluminum get me and me become stupid when old. But seeing how I make good living from writing sentences, I no worry now. No need fear aluminum cans anymore. Me can also start using again aluminate under-arm deodorant, friends stop complaining. Oh, and I know good joke about Alzheimer. "Old-timer disease." Pretty good huh.
Also them old nuns give their bodies to science. That how the science know for sure the senile dead ones have Alzheimer and not generic stupid-sickness. What I not understand is how give body to science when they give body to nobody when they alive?
What if science decide use body to experiment in disgusting way? What if science men necrophiliacs? It okay, nuns sign paper say go ahead science, my body all yours! I used to carry driver license that say, "Go ahead you science guys," me think maybe someone get head run over by truck and need new brain, can have mine if I dead. But no more. Throw license away.
There one more thing about that nun story that bother me. Why they become nuns in first place? Story in paper not even say they was Catholics. You think they was?
Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind,
Stand up and speak ~ would you feel so inclined.
Enter a room and ask yourself why you are there,
Re-tracing every step, trying to become aware.
Or telling a great story then you get halfway,
You think, now what exactly was I going to say.
Drive to the grocery store to buy a thing or two,
Once home you find you forgot the main item, stew.
You meet a friend in the store, you know her face,
What’s her name ~ you feel like such a disgrace.
You plan a dinner for friends that cannot be missed,
But you have to write all the menu details on a list.
Ask your husband a question and he answers no,
Now did he say yes or no, I forget, ~ oh say it isn’t so.
Friends reassuringly say its your age, it’s just stress,
I worry for my family, terrified for myself, I must confess.
My Mom died of Alzheimer's, a disease of the mind
The loss of mental function and quality of life is unkind
There’s nothing that can be done, so I sit and wait
To see if I will end up like my mother, a terrible fate.
*The most common cause of dementia is Alzheimer Disease. It estimated there are 35.6 million people with dementia worldwide. The economic cost is $604 billion (US dollars) in 2010. * Reference: World Alzheimer Report 2010. Alzheimer Disease International.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 13, 2011
For Debbie Guzzi’s Contest
“Unmentionables”
Won 7th place
A lone lion,
the whiskers
sniffing for something
No sudden movements
His faithful
the lioness is trapped
in the alzheimer cave
Confusion around time and place
failure of action and language difficulties
They have been married for many years
Promised eternal fidelity
He does not feel
too old to
do a throw with the lasso -
the tension in the rope drives him
(even though he's married)
A younger lioness to catch
she is weak,
lost his partner
some years ago
is an easily switch
Where does the border going ?
for what is wrong to do
when you knows
that the other is in a relationship?
Is the marriage vow obsolete?
... eternal fidelity and all that
The marriage vows are spoken
before God
and in front of your family
and friends
01/01/2022
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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They are older now of course,
even their fat tabby cats are living longer,
contrarywise, the world is younger,
the world has caught a disease,
the sky is getting closer to the ground,
and the ground gives way.
They are older and more lost now,
few are ever found living in the day,
though their gandering minds
will remind you precisely
of the weather on any Wednesday
in March, forty years ago.
The cities are almost empty of them,
they have been removed
to further outskirts,
parts given new names,
since the end of those alien wars.
They have forgotten the horror,
forgotten,
their shocked, unready husbands,
sons and daughters,
that ran toward the ravening monsters.
We were all unready,
the government, and the military
fell apart in days,
in the end we prevailed
with bolt-action rifles, knives and axes,
even our clawing hands.
We used to call the old ones,
Alzheimer patients,
they live in a world not yet drenched
with the blood-soaked gore
of our own memories -
how we envy them.
survivors
The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city to the disappointment of the crew who had wanted to go ashore.
When the pilot left, he was pale and shaken, felt as if he had been talking to the ghosts through layers of yesterdays
The official from shore found quantities of cigarettes and whiskey products that had been illegal for the last sixty years in the chief steward store, marijuana was legally good for the health if smoke smoked in moderation.
The crew was arrested and sent to a camp for interrogation, but it was clear when brainwashed that not even water torture helped, no one knew
the time of the day
The crew was getting older, first slowly, then rapidly. Zimmer frames everyone
to look after men who could no longer walk
and many were incontinent and suffering from advanced Alzheimer
disease and chronic heart failure; worse, the chief steward had stopped singing “My cast Sua Casa.”
No wonder Europe was a squabbling backwater and
the USA had broken up into many countries, Spanish
was the national language
One morning, nurses found skeletons, dark in cor and
like waterlogged wood thrown ashore by an irate
storm and onto the strand of time.
At the same time, the ship the crew came in sank and broke into pieces of rusty iron.
There were rumors in Sydney about the aliens Those who knew were forbidden to speak, and experts could continue to talk about how a ship sank so suddenly and disappeared in the sea of the Bay of Bengal
was buried in a led coffin for saying
the obvious: Do not interfere in our lives.
The good news is for the Islamists, Israel
has gone forever
they are now free to cut their own throat
I know the living room shifted
when you visited—
lamp there, easy chair there,
the half-scrolled—
her scrib—
turning its face.
Why
Your soft hand in mine—
a broken latch—won’t… catch—
a backdoor
left open
for someone who never comes—
him… maybe—
Your grief leaks through me,
ghost…draft—chills
I can’t—
My pink blanket—
was it here—
was it—
your voice… somewhere—
I am the ho— home… was… I—
you grew up in.
The lintels groan.
Loose.
The basement—bins—boxes—
blue wedding al—
satin ribbon—faint of wet cedar—
faded—
bleached walls—
dark… pond—
seeping up through the floorboards
your felt-pen on the wall,
small shoes on the stairs
the widow’s candle—winnowing—
the garden gone to weeds—
fresh bread Saturday mornings—
I smell it baking
though I can’t—
I am not.
Not yet.
But something is slipping—
through me
past me
hiding
out of reach—
out of touch—
olly olly
in—
free
Come… find me.
Get me.
Please.
Before the living rooms dissolve
and forget you—
my big girl—
my—
my tears
fade with them.
warm… buttermilk—
You’re—
whose…
daughter
Oh how sad I feel for you
All the pain you must be going through
I never got the chance to meet uncle Trevor
But the stories you told me I still remember
You may not understand God’s plan
Why he took this loving man
When I called you, hearing how you cry
I wish you didn’t have to say Goodbye
I know this hurt through losing a father
But I cannot imagine what it’s like losing your partner
A lifelong companion and best friend
I pray to God your heart He’ll mend
He may not have remembered much, but this I trust he knew
The unconditional love that was shared with him by you
I know right now the only thing you want to do is cry
Oh I wish you never had to say goodbye
Your loving husband is sitting around the throne
But know that God will not leave you alone
When uncle Trevor went to Heaven today at 2
All his memories came back and he remembers you
*Dedicated to a very special lady in my life who lost her husband today. He suffered from Alzheimer and did not recognize her anymore. He developed pneumonia and unfortunately did not make it*
Note: Sundowning – Most commonly in Alzheimer and Dementia patients, Sundowning, is changes in behavior that get worse in late afternoon, evening and can even last all night. Patients may be agitated, confused, unable to sleep; it may appear in other forms of disruptive behavior.
Eight sleepless nights, pacing non-stop;
legs, knee-bent, dragging toes are scraping carpet.
Enduring a painful back; each breath drawn
makes it throb and exhaustion’s in control.
I can’t sleep until he sleeps;
must stay awake in case he falls.
I hold my breath to stand;
it dulls the sharp stabbing pain in my back.
I swallow another migraine pill and
pray for him to fall asleep; he does not.
Respite eludes me; caregiver to a dementia-mind,
I collapse into a chair, dizzy and call myself an ambulance.
I’m drained, hungry and he’ll Sundown several nights.
I pass out and am brought around by an EMT;
my patient's oblivious to the fact that
anyone’s come into the house…
he paces…and paces…
Without teeth, he gums his peach pie
Savoring the deep satisfaction of the taste
Taste of yesterday, aroma of sweet boyhood youth
His crooked glasses still dignify his weather face
Not much to say when enjoying a slice of peach pie
Enjoy peach pie
He eats his secret treat I sneak to him
Not proper for his diet
He is eighty-three with Alzheimer
One slice of pie won't be the reason
For his demise
In the corner of this massive Veterans Home
He smiles as he swallows the last gulp of his sweet treat
As I gently wipe the mush from his face
I feel the presence of another hand over mine
In within a wink of an eye, I see the pale image
Of my deceased mother shimmering in the shadows
Of an otherwise empty wing chair
Smiling
(11/01/2007)