DEMENTIA
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The old man by the window'
Each day I sit
And look
Out of my widow
And you ask
What do I see, ***
I see nothing
That you see.
I see only what
Is locked away
Deep within
My memory.***
I see my past,
But it is my present,
I see my mother,
My father and
My brother too***
All long gone
from this world
But not to me,
Only to you.
Some days
There are people
People who seem
To know me***
They give me hugs
They give me kisses
They all talk lovingly
To me.***
And there are times
When i seem to recall,
A face or a sound,***
And just for a moment
I may seem to glimpse
A slight recognition
Of those I’m around.***
And then
My mind
Is clear again
And I am back
Back in my world***
Where all to me,
Is once again
All safe
And Sound.***
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Author:
Mozzthe1 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Grandfather
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
My husband and my mother both having had dementia - this rings so true of what I saw happening to them... sad but well done.
Thank you Lorna, my friends dad has had it for a while, its so distressing, so painful to see them going through it.
Thank you for your comments.
Sometimes life isn't as wonderful or as beautiful as we love to portray it to be.
Thank you for your comments.
Sometimes life isn't as wonderful or as beautiful as we love to portray it to be.
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