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this and that and thus and such

this and that and thus and such
hearing, seeing, smell, taste, touch
which will old age steal? not much
  just this and that and thus and such

will I know beloved ones...
lifelong sweetheart? daughter? sons?
thanking those with whom I've dined
  not sure why they've been so kind

in this home but not sure why
who will hold me when I die?
i'm imprisoned by my fear
  who will let me out of here?

i have seen it far too much
once sharp minds now losing touch
no more plumb line left to clutch
  just this and that and thus and such

Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2024


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Date: 7/13/2024 10:24:00 AM

Hi John, this is so sadly true for so many, when the memories goes so much goes with them, but you can still keep the love in your heart, I believe~
Date: 7/12/2024 2:03:00 PM

What a moving piece. My 88 year old dad has alzhiemers. It is crushing for me to deal with. I take it one day at a time with lots of tears in between. You've captured this loss so well. I really think you're title is a great encapsulation. Haven't seen you around. Hope you're OK.
Date: 7/6/2024 10:17:00 PM

You describe the brain disorder that sadly and slowly destroys memory, speech, cognitive skills and eventually, the ability to carry out even the simplest of tasks so well John.. Those isolated, islands of memory the sufferer is left with are based in reality and yet those bridges in between that the sufferer creates in an attempt to make sense of those islands are more often than not, not. It’s all so sad. I particularly like the line: "no more plumb line left to clutch". Perhaps a reference to not being able to think straight? Great work. Cheers - Gary
Date: 7/5/2024 7:07:00 AM

We've been binging on the show "This is us" of late. It depicts mom's (Rebecca) battle with Alzheimer's (or dementia). So terribly sad. I've known some who have suffered. It's harsh to watch. I understand your trepidation. Sober poem John
Date: 7/5/2024 5:37:00 AM

a sad fact for both caretaker and care recipient....lovers clinging to fading lusts...
Date: 7/4/2024 11:05:00 PM

I try and cast those thoughts aside and try and enjoy life while I can, not easy as you get older. Hope you're keeping well John. Tom
Date: 7/4/2024 10:15:00 PM

" this and that and thus and such", nice way to fill in the blanks. At our age we wonder. "who will hold me when I die"


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