A stealthy demon
That hides within time
Laying dormant
Until it begins to unwind
Arriving later in life
A bandit in disguise
It takes whatever it wants
Leaving tears in your eyes
A subtle loss
Unnoticed the first year or two
The theft of memory
Replaced by heartaches too
My adoptive Mother
A victim of this disease
Though at eighty years old
She excepted it with ease
Now my adoptive Father
Fallen under this cloud
At nearly ninety-five
Its deafeningly loud
Although at times I laugh
Of things he says or does
Other times it’s so sad
Knowing the disease is the cause
My own memories
Like gold I treasure
But memories of my Dad’s
I embrace to measure
At almost one hundred
A lifetime of memories fading
Sad that the human body
Lives on just wading
My sister and I
All we can do is observe
The slow decline of our Dad
His last wishes ours to serve
I think to myself
Damn this awful disease
But to God I thank
For giving my Dad his release
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Author:
Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Although my Father was never a fan of the Beatles or George Harrison, I believe this song best exemplifies the idea that life in a physical body only lasts for as long as that human body can endure. Some last longer than others. When a body can do no more, I believe that’s when God brings us home to Heaven to heal us of Earth-bound diseases and injuries. I know when my Father’s physical life ends, he will no longer suffer from Alzheimer’s Disease. And he will once again be happy. That is my wish for him.
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Comments6
A sensitive write AP.
Thanks Orchi.
A heart felt plea ... a dedication, wish and a prayer .. all superbly wrapped in a poem .. for today, tomorrow and evermore ....
Thank you so much N. It's a tough road to travel, but an inevitable one. ; )
Your emotional words have painted the harsh reality of Alzheimer’s - yet ending with the hope that god is waiting. Well said, well writ
Not just hoping, but certainty that God is waiting. At least, from my point of view. Thanks for reading and your comment mohan. ; )
Alzheimer's Disease is a devil that steals your memories and poisons your mind bit by bit. Such an emotional read.
Thanks m&m, Hopefully one day soon we'll have a cure for this disease.
So sad and touching. Very emotional.
Thank you for reading and your comment Jayasree.
my heart aches, at depths of hurt
you've had to traverse
before this nightmare, allows you to rest..
stay strong brother
leave no room for regret
and hand the rest, to fates: reins...
a wonderfully emotive write!
thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading and commenting LB. If you notice the image at the top of the page of the dandelion with it's seed floating away, its like my Dads memories drifting away from him. I thought it very fitting to this poem.
I don't know
the seed of a flower symbolises its legacy or children
like you: Proudly, represent the legacy of your Father
and with you by his side, Stoically weathering this Storm
its attesting
to the Life he lived; and the Kindness he will be remembered with...
stay strong!
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