Days of forgetfulness,
Every day the same.
Mindless repetition,
Everlasting intensity.
Needless concentration,
To know simplicity.
Intense incapability to
Achieve balance of mind.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 15th, 2017 01:26
- Comment from author about the poem: My wife has been diagnosed with dementia and to me it is progressing on a daily basis, our daughter sees a vast difference every time she pops in and that is at least once a week.\\\\r\\\\nNobody knows how bad dementia is unless they have lived 24/7 with a person who has it. It is an invidious problem which completely changes that person. All I can do is love her more.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 27
Comments9
A fine, and sadly a true write too. Not that I've had personal contact with it.
I know we say in humour about 'madness' or 'nuttiness', such as 1066, but of course we don't mean it in the sane way, as a medical condition.
It's painful emotionally for you and your family. Love wins through somehow. Prayers and medications too, possibly, to bring healing, or at least stabilise things?
Thanks Orchi.
Thoughts with you and your wife GF. An awful thing to go through for both of you, each differently.
Thanks Frank. Very true.
Such a sad read - when dementia hits family is the only time we can really understand its hold. My heart goes out to you G and to your family.
Thank you Fay, much appreciated.
My last wife and I cared for her grandfather the last two years of his life . He had Alzhiemers disease . My wife was a nurse so she quit her job to take care of him 24/7 . Even then we had to hire outside help . We had children also so the strain on everyone was telling . It's so sad to see someone simply fade away .
That is what frightens me, that in time I will need help from others where I find I can do no more for her. Thank you S for understanding.
Great write, sorry to hear about your wife
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
This is so sad but a beautiful write
Thanks Shannon, much appreciated.
Dementia is a horrid thief that unfortunately you know we'll enough to capture. I've watched him steal from my own. Blessings to you.
Thank you Heather.
Nothing I can add. My heartfelt sympathy, Goldfinch.
Thank you for your caring Louis.
Hope you are getting some respite. Hugs. Nicely done.
Thanks Augustus. Writing and reading poetry is my respite at present.
Know the feeling
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