The Slow Forget–Dementia poetry

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.



Lost words

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.


“Lost words”

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