It was that day,
That day a year ago
When she had to go.
Dementia had taken her,
Taken her from me.
I could do no more
As her dementia was pulling,
Pulling me down.
Into a care home she went.
Such wonderful people
There to look after her,
She was safe and secure.
I was alone in the house,
I missed her so much.
No more laughter,
No more hugs.
But worst of all
That final cuddle in bed
And the last words we said,
Said every night to each other
Before going to sleep.
Those last words of every day,
Every day of our marriage,
“I love you”.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It was a year ago that my wife had to go into a care home because of her dementia, I had spent many years coping with her worsening condition and came to the point where I could not manage and was being pulled down myself. If anybody who says they know about dementia but has never lived 24/7 with it they haven't a flaming clue. I would not wish dementia on anyone.
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Comments5
A poignant write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
Andy
revealing, vulnerable and empowering!
thanks for sharing
Thank you L.B. much appreciated.
Andy
I can feel the pain and know what my mother went through with my Dad - she never let on how it was affecting her until she could manage no longer.
Yes Michael it is so true and can be so overpowering when looking after those with dementia.
Andy
Good writing.
Tough to share I imagine.
I’m sorry for your pain my friend.
Thank you Bragee, sharing our pain in poetry an be so therapeutic in my life.
Andy
I'm sure you still hear those words Goldfinch and really know their worth for they are the strength in every footstep today.
Every day d a, she is still with me in Spirit.
Andy
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