It seemed to be
A picture framed
A snapshot caught
In minds refrain
A thought that carried
Upon a wing
A moment trapped
A wretched thing.
You know my face
Though my name has gone
From within the fog
Like a favourite song
Your outward gaze
That looks afar
To an empty room
Its door ajar.
You call me by
Another name
I just agree
There is no blame
A forgotten brother
Still by your side
Until Alzheimers
From us to hide.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My older brother with Alzheimers
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So sad in most cases. I have worked with many and to see them not recognize a daughter or son or even a spouse is tragic not just for them in their fear of abandonment but for the one not recognized. Yet in a few lucky ones they seem frozen in a happy place where all are familiar and the time was golden. If it should happen to me I would wish to be one of those lucky ones. A poignant and touching write.
thanking you much appreciated
Most welcome Norman
Very relatable. I just respond as if it were my name they are calling and wonder in my turn how I would fare. Most touching dear friend 🕊️🙏🏻
Thanking you for read my friend, always much appreciated
Most welcome, Norman. As always, my friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Watching the demise of a loved one is gut wrenching.
Alzheimers is a horrible disease, bit by bit it takes someone till nothing's left.
Hope your brother is comfortable.
thanks for read always appreciated, he seems happy in his own world
I worked for several years as a care giver for people with early-onset dementia .what more can be said ?
thats so true my friend, thanks for read much appreciated
A sensitive write N.
Meanwhile - at bus stop we met brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, everyone! lol.
yes, and recognized none, bloody no 7 lol
Norman, what a tender and heartbreaking portrayal of love enduring the erosion of memory. Identity fades, but the brother’s loyalty remains constant and asks for nothing in return. This moved me deeply, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
thanking you friend, sadly its a part of growing old these days for so many, much appreciated read
So sorry about that Norman, I cn understand how you feel as my wife died from dementia.
Andy
thanking you for a much appreciated read my friend
Just touched my heart 🥺🥺
so glad you took time to read, thanking you much appreciated
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