We sit together, our love shining from us,
We talk,
She says something,
We talk about it,
Then she repeats it
As though we had never spoken of it.
I repeat my reply
That she has not remembered.
I say something,
We discuss it,
I mention it again
But she says that I hadn’t told her.
This scenario continues,
Continues throughout the day.
We are talking about one thing,
The context changes,
She talks of something else.
We move on ,
And she goes back
To that which we were talking about,
Or she goes back in her life,
Talking of things she said happened,
But did not.
My days are filled with this,
So that when I meet friends,
Or family,
Or acquaintances,
And I can have intelligent conversations
It means so much to me,
It means so much
To talk to people who understand,
Who remember the subject,
And have sound opinions,
No matter what the subject.
My life, surrounded by my wife’s dementia,
Is so hard,
And the thing that I am realising
That I miss the most,
Is intelligent conversation.
But I still love her.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2018 01:40
- Comment from author about the poem: The love will never change or be lost.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 27
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻, Heartwriter
Comments6
A sensitive write Gold. Thinking of you both. 🙂
Thanks Orchi.
It's the letting go that's hard isn't it Andy.... and the feeling guilty if you do. It's such a hard process...... I'm glad you have friends and family to talk to. There's nothing wrong with wanting to live.... she's going where things don't hurt her.
Thank you Lorna, you are right she is getting further and further into her own world where she feels safe.
She must have been one hell of a lady before the tragedy struck and she is so lucky to have one hell of a guy to continue loving and caring for her
She was she could light up a room just by walking into it, she can do the same now to some extent as the smile is always on her face but the words are now confused.
Thank you Michael for your very kind words
Whilst visiting my son many moons ago i met my ex mum-in-law who conversed exactly as you describe today. For me two days of this was truly frustrating. Your love and faith is so strong yet you are only human. Your faith tells you you are created in God's image therefore any failings you may feel you succumb to cannot be an evil.
I wish for you strength to persevere, yet be gentle with your soul.
Thank you da, I will persevere and with people like you and others on this site I will stay strong and come through this glitch in my life.
Andy,
I sincerely agree with all the comments made! You are a beautiful man! Be kind to yourself! Love to you and Joyce!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura, you are so kind and am very grateful for your comments.
Andy
We never know what tomorrow brings. Just remember the yesterday's. The time when she could recall and continue in conversation. Thanks for allowing us to be a part of your hard journey. That's what friends are for. I know the reason now why I call you Goldie.😓
Thank you so much Kat, those words mean so much to me, you are most kind.
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