Marjon van Bruggen



I ´ll hold fast to all that was deep

in him

all that was human and valuable

to me.


Now I stand apart, watch him sideways

and lost, because the lines of our script

have changed overnight.

Even his chair, with a brown blanket

seems more a prop than reality.


I watch with eyes of wet steel

how a stupid disease devours my husband.

I hope that he just pretends,

provokes and challenges me.

I rage inside and silent: STOP this nonsense,

step out of it, don´t act the fool with me.

It is clear I can´t


postpone my anger. I almost choke,

stamp out of the house, bang the door

and run with heavy feet,

kick at stones

and yell at too red roses.

The wet steel flows.



  • Author: Marjon van Bruggen (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2017 08:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: Living with an Alzheimer patient and taking care of him/her is not easy. It is demanding and most of the time very sad. But sometimes it made me angry, impotent. This poem is of being so angry.
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  • thehippiepoet

    Love the imagery. Great writing

  • Fay Slimm.

    A potent haunt of a read and from experience it reeks of real anger at this cruel thief who takes who we know and eats them piece by piece -- loud applause for sharing this difficult and saddest of times with us Marjon. Keep with your gift of writing dear poet.

    • Marjon van Bruggen

      Fay, those comments showing me people understand and are moved by my poems are a very much appreciated gift to me. Thank you.

    • Louis Gibbs

      A beautiful poem expressing the anger and frustration evoked by this insidious disease, Marjon! Well done.

    • Heather T

      What a gift you have. The emotion leaps out and lunges at the gut.

    • Christina8

      This is a very powerful and emotional poem. Great imagery. Loved the last line. (The whole poem was great!)

    • Goldfinch60

      I can fully understand you getting angry on occasion, I get the same way sometimes, thankfully not very often. Good write.

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