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They loved to work on puzzles…puzzles of every kind
anything they could do to help improve their minds.
He would sit beside her as they completed crosswords
(always the left side he would choose)
He would help her with the answers as she read out the clues.
They would sit day in…day out with him on her left flank….
and he loved to watch how with pen in hand she filled in all the blanks.
They loved their jigsaw puzzles.
They made sure each one read '500 pieces’ on the label
because any puzzle with more than that wouldn’t fit on their card table.
As they neared completion of a puzzle…his participation would decrease…
always giving her the pleasure…of completing that last piece.
And even though they completed puzzles to help their minds stay strong
that doesn’t always mean in life…the mind will play along.
For we never know what Fate has in store…what Destiny may bring….
and one day he began to notice she was forgetting things…
It was sad when he began to notice…and sadder yet because he knew
there would come a day…when she would notice too.
“I’m afraid?” she said one day in tears
What are we going to do?”
“Whatever happens.” he said taking her hand
I’ll be right here with you.
So life was the last puzzle they completed
and he constantly gave thanks
he was there to help find her missing pieces
to fill in all her blanks….
And he was there when their puzzle ended
there the day she died….
their hands fitting together like a puzzle
as he was seated by her side.
I’m ridiculous really…but, my future is set not on strife…
Drawing in my depiction
Of you and me together…
I’m your bat and I collected your dove feather…
We have Alzheimer’s
It occurs to me that you live to be free
Together,
Forever
We are one
Two battles won
Team work does pay hard
I’m still this brainless bard…
I may be disabled,
But I am able
To help others’ in need
With no hint of greed
So, if you need me, call me…
At 333-999-6666…
I will repeat it just in case you forget
333-999-6666…
I won’t forget you
I forgive you, baby, so true
I love you from the beginning to the end
You are mine and will always be…
Perhaps, one day, our paths will meet…
Lend me a hand into Your PromiseLand, baby…
For, you are unforgotten,
In my memory,
You are unforgotten…
For I was born in the month of May
And you, the month of December
Today is your time to shine in the sky that’s so grey
You are a December to remember
I’m a clueless caterpillar in my mind’s eye
Alzheimer’s, assuredly, is a killer I can’t lie
(this poem series is dedicated to individuals who worry, have alzheimer's, or forget too much...hope you have a good day!)
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There came a day he lost his arrows.
Cupid would regret.
But Alzheimers was catching up
and Cupid would forget.
While some he saw had crushes on
yet some remained unsure.
When Cupid had no arrows left
he up and knew the cure.
When quickly out of nowhere
he would leap onto the scene
and kick away dear Cupid did
with nothing quite so clean.
He sucker-punched the lover's hearts.
Brought on a horrible pain.
Each couple falling to their knees
and reaching to remain.
This Judo chop was Cupid's mark
to temper lovers hearts.
With love controlled he went his way
and took his Martial Arts.
But now we know the morals clear.
Don't mess with love till sure.
For if you question lover's pain
he'll kick you till it's pure.
The lips can tell a story, or wear a mask of stone,
But the eyes reveal the secrets that the heart has always known.
I’ve stood within the shadows where the light begins to thin,
And watched a dying man look out as the shade was drawing in.
I saw the color surrender, a quiet, fading gray,
As the life poured out like water and the person slipped away.
No words could bridge the distance, no prayer could halt the tide,
Just the heavy, hollow silence of the vacancy inside.
I’ve found the lost and searching, in the cold and frantic night,
Reaching for a tether, or a glimpse of something right.
Their eyes were wild and wandering, tied to a fading thread,
Searching for a roadmap through the static in their head.
In the hallways of the hurting, where the struggling find their seat,
I see them shield their vision from the people that they meet.
They look away to hide the salt, the weight of all the fears,
Hoping no one sees the truth within their heartfelt tears.
But I have seen the flip side—the fire and the bloom,
The lightning of a mother’s love that fills a sterile room.
I’ve seen it in my children, in the deep and steady glow,
The kind of light that only hearts in pure surrender know.
I’ve seen the spark of triumph in the one who stood alone,
Who carved a path of victory from a mountain made of stone.
The gaze is never lying; it’s the mirror of the years,
Reflecting every hard-won joy and all the silent fears.
So let the world keep talking, let them whisper, let them lie,
But the truth is written clearly in the language of the eye.
I notice every shadow, and I keep each golden ray,
The haunting and the healing that I’ve gathered on the way.
For when the shift is over and the city’s finally still,
I see the faces of the past against my own free will.
They linger in the mirror—the lost, the loved, the brave—
Holding tight the memories of the ones I couldn’t save.
This is a place where confusion found a home
I am lost, in bondage, aimless, free to roam.
I cannot tell you who I am or where I've even been,
I am flesh and bone, eyes and ears draped in sagging skin.
I long to be helpful,to have purpose and a place,
But my mind it is so scattered, behind this aging face.
I do not have answers to the questions you ask today,
Although I live, my memory has passed away.
I have never seen a sunrise or a blizzard until today.
Today could be tomorrow and tomorrow yesterday;
It really does not matter, my future has gone away.
In spite of all that I am not, you do notice me,
Yearning for a tender touch, a smile, a silent plea.
I still breathe and feel and need you,
more than I ever did before,
The room is strange and I forgot your name~
But my son, I love you more.
My name, I’m sure I had a name.
I wish I could remember my name.
My name, is it well known? Is it popular?
Does it have any fame?
I woke not knowing who I am,
Not knowing where I belong.
Not knowing if this is where I live,
Not knowing where I am from.
Do I like to surf the waves?
Infinitely open with the bright blue sea?
Or do I like to create new things of
Happy and rosy and free?
I guess I’ll name myself the name
Tagged on top of this shirt.
And then I’ll leave this hospital bed,
I don’t think I’m even hurt.
This feels odd, what year is it?
Have I always forgotten the date?
And wasn’t I once bigger than this?
I thought I was overweight.
I know I’m not young, but why’s this place
Filled with all these old timers?
Too many questions, I’ll have a rest
Under the sign that says “ALZHEIMERS”.
He was a giant six foot three
To his son a tiny boy me
I would stand tippy toe
Just to be four feet beneath his nose
Tough and ruff his generation was old
Strong and right he was bold
Dominated mother sisters and me
He ruled his castle forcefully
He beat me to show love
He scolded me to teach love
Fear in a little ones heart
Simmers into hate the fear departs
Distant we became
Relationship of father and son were strain
But sick mother brought us together again
Helping her helped us to be friends
Than Alzheimers came and stole his mind
And the big mad giant faded into time
His mind became mild
He was a gentle soul with a soft smile
Old and gentle he became meek
The old giant was now weak
Happy in his little world
I kept him safe in his little world
His clouded mind made mine clear
He was my father my daddy dear
Life is sweet and time is short
Bitterness and anger only distort
To forgive is divine
Because in forgiveness you win time
Time to share time to live
Time to love and time to give
Did the giant grow small?
Or did the son grow tall?
What is in the past is pass
Now is here let it last
Honor thy mother and father
Honor thy mother and father
Forgive and forget
Live love end regrets
Softly he is a shade of life
Soon to join his departed wife
Shorter are his days
The giant fades
May we be blessed as humans all across the world…
to stop fighting with our human sisters and brothers…
and put our collective talents and love together
In helping one another….
Imagine all the good we could do
Imagine our success…
If we all put our collective energies into fighting diseases
Like Alzheimers, Cancer and ALS.
If we as a human race..
helped protect our environment…our animals, our children
If we together fought climate change and poverty…
If we made sure every child could read
and made it our mission that everyone in the world…was free.
If we made a world-wide effort
To ensure hatred, prejudice and war would cease…
If all humans gathered together…
to create a world of everlasting peace.
A message did come at the end of the day
My mother’s mom was sick so I couldn’t stay
My world full of joy and peace no fear
Was now torn down with this first of many new tears
This first stone was cast my heart it did crack
I now felt a new weight up there on my back
My travel was quick I had to be there
My poor mommy was hurting beyond compare
Grandma knew not us she just looked and stared
She was only 60 lbs just lying there
This disease had it’s hold this would be her last final day
Why must people we love have to die this way
Alzheimer’s was given and then it did take
As I watched this poor woman my heart it did break
She soon lost her life not knowing my name
But I know in my heart she was glad that I came
*comments are welcome and appreciated*
Very few really tender moments
in my childhood do I find.
My memories abound
with normal things, and also
with happy celebrations,
failures and successes,
good times and bad.
But I recall one day
visiting a man from church.
Inside his small apartment
my mother took me.
I can’t remember why.
I just recall this elderly white-haired man
waiting on his white-haired wife
with absolute tenderness.
She did not even know him, really.
Alzheimers had claimed her.
But he hovered over her
with the enduring and endearing
patience and love
born from years and years
of companionship and true intimacy
that no disease
can obliterate.
June 14, 2021
For Malabika Ray Choudhury's 'A Tender Moment in Childhood' Contest
Entered July 4 for 'A Brian Strand July 4' Poetry Contest