I sit here quietly
by your side,
knowing that each and everyday
more and more of your memories
have died.
Yes, you have forgotten mostly everything.
Lost memories, that once was a treasure in your heart,
are now, sadly no more,
only fragments of pieces of jumbled thoughts
that makes no sense,
no sense at all.
You smile at me at times
that makes me hope
that you just thought of a memory
a memory of you and me
but then a blink of an eye
I can see.... that memory is lost
back into the emptiness of your mind.
And all I can do
is just sit here quietly,..
trying not to cry.
And Even though you don't remember,
Remember Me...
I still whisper..... in your ear
That I will always love you,....My Dear.
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angelinamc101 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Alzheimer's To me..............is a thief that comes in slowly, into ones brain and starts stealing...... whatever it wants, until there is nothing left but a shell of a person, left there to rot, with no memories no past no future no hopes or dreams. But to those who watch them, we know that this thief has no idea what it has done. It's a disease that has no feelings... it just come in and steals..... robs us, takes away the person whom we love. _________________________________ These poems are dedicated to many of my dear friends and relatives who had to watch their loved ones, slowly loose themselves into this disease that has robbed them of their identity and from those who love them dearly.
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Oh my word. That is quite a powerful poem.
Wow! Thank you so much.
I relate with this so dearly , subject close to my heart beautiful poem
It was a difficult thing to write. I lost my Uncle to this and watched many of my friends suffer with this as well. Recently lost one of them. I do have hope though that this will along with other horrible diseases will be no more.
My Mother is completely lost in the throes of Alzheimer’s right now , it’s terrible it’s endless and it’s hard to bare , I am behind your efforts and look forward to your poems on the subject , my poem called , “ Raindrops on Cherries “ is my ode to my Mother’s plight if you want to check it out
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