In the past I have posted some poems about Alzheimer’s and dementia and many of you have responded that you, too, have a loved one that struggles with this disease.
In order to not spam this blog with dementia poetry and in order to create
a place for sharing, venting, connecting, I have created a new blog specifically for those who want to share their journey with dementia through the avenue of poetry.
I invite you to come visit The Slow Forget.
Next week, I’ll post a prompt at The Slow Forget that hopefully with trigger an emotion, spark some creativity, and promote healing.
It won’t all be grief or misery. There are bright and humorous moments, too.
Connecting is important. I’ll see you over there.
Take the pieces of your day, wrap it in cotton, saturate it with rubbing alcohol and set it on fire.
I offer you the mind of one who suffers with
dementia. Follow me as I follow my mother’s journey
into this insipid disease so when your turn comes,
you will know.
Judge her not—
for loss of familiar
words in her runaway time—
mislaid time is no time for tucking words
away into her lost mind,
but time is all she has—this rare day
she finds lost beauty praised
while lost sorrows increase
time and time again
I glance into tomorrow’s certainty
of lost words
and hug her
against my soul.
Written for Poetic Asides Wednesday prompton Memory
and for Poets UnitedVice Versa
Familiar/Rare & Diminish /Increase & Doubt / Certainty