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This poem is dedicated to those who suffer from Dementia or Alzheimer's and for family members who find themselves - forgotten.
Mum has suffered from Alzheimer's for years and often doesn't not know
who I am. If she does, she has no idea when I spoke to her or saw her
last. For each week she declines, it's that little bit harder for us
all who love her. Medication helps, and she has some good days... Dad
lives in the same wing of a nursing home. It's a beautiful place and
I'm so glad that Dad can be close by. You can see they are happy there.
LOST
Tears roll down her sunken cheeks
Sorrow falls from all she seeks
Memories
“Where have they gone?”
Silent weeping, full of dread
Photos stand beside her bed
Treasures
No longer mean a thing.
Recollections of a lifetime friend
She cannot comprehend
Inquires
“What was her name again?"
Recounted images, shapeless faces
Times past gone, she embraces
Snapshots
Inside a puzzled mind.
Unsure of the man beside her lies
Sleep won’t come to heavy eyes
Confused
“Why can’t she remember?”
Dark hours bring loss and sadness
Barely surviving utter madness
Loneliness
Within a baffled mind.
Laughter echoes through the day
Someone brought a big bouquet
Mystified
“Who was that nice young man?”
Foreign words, befuddled identities
“How can she speak obscenities?”
Misunderstood
Unable to say things clear.
Caring physicians calm her protests
Guide her through painless tests
Frustration
“Why can’t she tell the time?”
Rejecting yet one more embrace
To just become another face
Heartache
Mirrored in her childrens' eyes.
© Chrissy Siggee
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