You've become an imposter,
You've taken her soul,
My Mum belongs there,
Not this vacuous hole.
Her body remains but her mind has long gone,
The memories we shared and the light that once shone,
Is now but a remnant of a life gone before,
A life that was so full with her at its core.
Alzheimer's, the devil, the tyrant within,
Has taken my Mum and declared it a win.
She's lost in transmission, her signal is weak,
Just every so often she gives us a peek.
The woman that was is deep down inside,
My Mum the formidable woman with pride,
She'll fight you, she'll damn you before she'll let go,
You're fighting a woman who knows how to glow.
She's battled through life, she fought and she's won,
You're no match for her when all's said and done.
You can't take the memories we hold in our minds,
Of a Mother so loved, she's one of a kind.
I feed her, I bathe her because of your ruin,
Her body is broken, because of your doin'
She will be remembered and she will be loved,
Long after she's gone and flying above.
Her mind will restore, with all from before,
Her body will heel, she'll once again feel,
She'll remember her loved ones and will once again,
Be back to the person you tried detain.
Her mind will be freed, away from your greed
Your hunger, your evil insatiable need
To destroy and blight wherever you go,
Alzheimer's be gone with the devil you know.
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Author:
Lynda May (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written about my Mum before she died. I nursed her through & watched this terrible disease take her from me day by day.
- Category: Family
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Comments4
A tremendous debut
Although devastating you Express the feeling so well
Rhyme and flow enhance the write
Look forward to reading more from you
Thank you 😊
My HEART to you. I wish I could report that when my life was bludgeoned by this insidious intrusion I was able to meet it w leads fear and less tears. But it’s really not our fight it just a sidelined task of watching, wishing, and weary helplessness.
Two Taps on my heart.
I think its harder from the sidelines Bob. Watching so helplessly unable to do anything to stop it. My Mum didn't know what was happening to her. But she was adored and died in my arms when the time came. We gave her the best we could I'm pleased to say. This gives me comfort.
Thank you for commenting & appreciating my poem.
This is a masterful tribute to your mother Lynda, written in a heartfelt and defiantly proud tone, with a gorgeous rhythm.
I think your mother would be proud, as what you did shows, that you are a most loving daughter and caring person.
Very much bravo, and I hope that all is well.
Thank you, I appreciate your kind words. It was a journey I have to say but I feel blessed to have travelled It with her & know that I was able to help her to her end. She brought me into the world & I was with her when she left. She died in my arms and for that I am grateful & humbled.
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