My heart gets saddened when I walk into the room
When you can not tell who is who or just look confused
The hardest part is remembering when you told!
It's not nice, not remembering that you can't remember anything
The brain is such a strange piece of equipment
Like it shuts half of it self down to handle the changes
I could not imagine how this would all feel
Looking out the window from your pit
But at least you do it with gracefulness.
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Seeing my nan at the weekend and thoughts that come with it
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So sad that some minds come to confusion - a tender piece of caring tribute to the gracefulness always found in a well-loved Nan.
Thank you she definitely is x
A fine write and quote Dan.
Thank you very much
I know what you mean, I have a very old grandma too thats just starting to get confused. Wonderful write!
You have my compassion, I hope the rest of her and your road is a blissful one without to many bumps.
Thank you for the comment too
Well she's 102! I hope the best for you and your nan as well!
PD, this is a very tender and loving poem about a subject that many of us experience with loved ones, and one day may experience ourselves, whether we will know it or not!
In your words my friend I will try to not "completely miss the presence while waiting for the future."
Perfect answer my friend!!!!! 🙂
Always absorbing what is useful 😉
Older Ladies of grace. I now that serenity of which you speak. Nostalgic reading for me.
Thank you for reading my friend
Alzheimer's? Not a easy subject for me. My adoptive mom passed from Alzheimer's. If you can get past the tears, "Still Alice" is a great movie about the disease. I cried a river through that movie.
Excellent poem for your nan. ; )
I don't really like to watch sad films, life can be enough sometimes. Sorry to hear of that experience, thanks for sharing some of the pain I hope to take any you have!
I know what you mean of life having more than enough pain to go around. Hope you get to spend some time with your nan.
Awesome writing PD. It is sad to see the older people we live so much and sometimes they forget who we are. They begin to get like a child again. Old babies.
That she is and really having fun with it at times, this pain is more in my head than hers I think.
Thanks for the comment
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