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Laura Hamilton Poem
He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
Tough.
Independent.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
Sad
Lonely
Empty.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
Mind slipping,
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
until now...
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Oh well...
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
Sedation
Medication
Anger
Hurt
All results of
dementia
Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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Laura Hamilton Poem
It isn't easy
leaving everything that you know
behind.
Somedays she wakes up happy
stress-free.
Then she remembers,
she remembers.
Some say whats in the past should be just that.
The past.
Cuts and bruises go away, says her mom.
But words?
Ha!
Those follow you.
Haunt you.
"Your sister caused all this."
"Your mother is to blame."
Liar.
Nothing has ever been his fault.
Guilt.
LIES.
Manipulation,
Pain.
She didn't ask for it.
She didn't bring it on herself.
She was just a child.
Still a baby.
7 years old.
People deep down inside knew.
Her sister took a vow of silence
to protect her baby sibling,
her number one priority.
He is a monster.
An "Innocent" Criminal.
Master of lying.
Master of manipulation.
No one is safe,
everyone is a victim.
She got away.
Escaped.
She still feels the need to protect this man.
Yeah, sure cuts and bruises go away.
But words, those are forever.
Innocent Criminal.
Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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Laura Hamilton Poem
As I lie in this damn bed
I feel abandoned.
Disappointed.
Insulted.
How could they do this to me?
I let them into my home.
My sons?
Ha!
They don't care.
Get rid of the old man,
take his money.
Barry is done.
Laura is dating a thief.
That damn bastard stole from me.
My dogs ashes.
How could he!
This world has turned on me.
I'm in constant pain,
and they stick me in this damn hole in the wall.
I'm going to get out-
How?
I don't know.
But, when I do,
They're all done.
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Laura Hamilton Poem
Words can not describe how I feel
when you put your arms around me.
When you kiss me, I am whole.
When you tell me that you love me, I still get butterflies.
When you are not with me, I feel empty -
incomplete.
You bring me so much joy and love
even when it is tough to deal with me.
You are the sweetest man to me,
you put everything ahead of you.
You make me smile when i cry,
laugh when I am angry.
I trust you with absolutely everything
I know you will never hurt me.
You are truly an amazing man.
You are my best friend,
my love,
my forever.
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Laura Hamilton Poem
Grandma,
It has been two ears
Since I got the call.
“she’s gone”
Gone. Forever. No more.
I sat in bed and cried.
Cried so hard I would shake.
Tried to put on my bravest and happiest face.
Failed.
Didn’t get to say goodbye
Didn’t get to tell her
That I love her one more time
Last grandparent alive
And I didn’t get to say goodbye.
Sixteen days off of life support
Slowly dying,
Slowly suffocating
A year and a half later and I get to go to her grave.
Final resting place
A slab of stone and a chunk of grass.
She’s up with grandpa,
Finally happy
But down here, my heart hurts
I miss her phone calls
3 a day
Mom says she’d want me to smile
When I think of her, not cry
But I can’t help it
Two years later,
I still shake.
Still sob until it hurts
Valentine’s Day is the second hardest day
Her birthday.
The whole family hasn’t been together for two years
There’s a very big whole in our hearts
She belongs there
She is a beautiful angel now
Watching over her family, smiling.
I hope to god that she is proud of me
Of whom I've become
I would give anything to hear her say
“Hi honey”
She didn't have a mean bone in her body,
Always wanted the best for her kids, grand kids.
We were her whole life
I regret not answering her phone calls.
I will never forget her
She will always be in my heart,
And every April 20th, I will remember her.
Remember her smile,
Her laugh,
How she loved her Moo-Moos,
And her St. Patricks day.
She is with her husband now,
Happy in heaven.
Finally at peace
I know she is watching us
Everywhere we go, she is there
Tell grandpa that I say hello,
Beautiful angel.
Rita Seitz
O4,2O,2O11
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Laura Hamilton Poem
I will creep into your brain
like a snake stalks its prey, slow, smooth.
I'll make your memory deteriorate.
People will say its just old age,
but guess what?
It's really me.
I will turn you against people.
Your family will cry.
Yelling
Tears
Fear
Rejection
All because of me.
I tear families apart.
You could call me a home wrecker,
but hey,
What are you going to do about it?
I have no cure,
your fate is inevitable.
I'll take the good part,
leave the bad for everyone to see.
Get ready for
Loneliness
Depression
Confusion
Fear
Anxiety
But hey,
It just wasn't me that did this,
you helped.
Rejection
Rejection
Rejection
All because of me.
Dementia
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