ALZHEIMER’S

I was stumbling along looking for a poetic theme this morning when my mother came to mind. She often comes to mind. So many happy memories, but then, there are others.

ALZHEIMER’S
by Mike Patrick

So vacantly her day passes.
Idle thoughts trip by so fast
they cannot be grasped.

Normal chores? Forgotten.
Grimly, she grasps the newspaper,
not to read, but for the date:
a reminder, printed there in the corner.

Sunday. That’s the day that . . . ?
Something happens on Sundays.
Oh! Visitors come, and here they are.
I wonder who they are, and why they call me Mom.

This was a good day. Something wonderful happened.
If I could only remember.
Oh, look. It’s Sunday. Something happens on Sundays.

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10 Responses to ALZHEIMER’S

  1. I’m very moved by that. It is a poem that carries compassion in an uncomplicated manner. The subject is too precious to be lost in contrived metre.

  2. Jingle says:

    amazing…
    keep shining…
    🙂

  3. sonsy lass says:

    This is a beautiful poem, Mike. I agree with Harry and I feel that use of simpler language highlights the tragic return to an almost childlike innocence of the character of the mother.I also like the change of voice and perspective after the second verse – I think it reads very naturally and works very well.

  4. You have caught the symptoms perfectly in word form, good personal poem!

  5. ladynimue says:

    that was touching .. so much love and pain written here ..

  6. Barbara says:

    Excellent – a perfect capture of something so very real. Give thanks for the happier times and memories.

  7. Tess Kincaid says:

    Very touching piece, Mike. Alzheimer’s is a tragic condition. Excellent writing.

    (I’m just now adding a new Magpie Tales prompt, so I hope you will join us again.)

  8. pmwanken says:

    Well-captured image of such a debilitating disease…..well done.

  9. A sad, sad reminder for all who have come in contact with loved ones suffering from this malady. It is hard to make peace with the fact that an existence in the present moment only is the best that may await us all.

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