i wrote so much about the days i cared for her, what alzheimers was doing to her, watching her fade every day, and allowing my poetry to grow, a sad event, but in a sense maybe she was the one who made me grow. where ever you are momma, i love you
this poem was taken from my book "When there are Dragons there is Alzheimers"
sitting in her chair you can see the wheels turn
her thoughts dwell on the past of happy days
she thinks in frames not real time all is young
there are no more realities now just patchwork
once upon a dream i had her once upon a dream shes gone
occasionally she will surface i will have her back
then she is gone again lost to me once more
is it only her own world now or can i still touch her
how fast the year passed its christmas again
once upon a dream i had her once upon a dream shes gone
the lights are all up she watches and watches
she will talk sometimes but only of the past
i cant explain to her she doesnt understand
her strength weakens rapidly shes always tired
once upon a dream i had her once upon a dream shes gone
once upon a wonderful dream she use to laugh
to see those days when she was so vibrant
in her youth she had so many dreams
were they fulfilled did she have any regrets
once upon a dream i had her once upon a dream shes gone
Beautiful. I cried as I read it! You have captured Alzheimers as it really is and the toll it takes on both people, the caregiver and the one who has the illness. Silently they slip away into obilivion!. My husband , oldest son and I all have early Alzheimers... My son is only 50...M
Sad and moving, this write reminds me of the last days of my father's life, Mary. Thank you for sharing this most relevant theme. Love and best wishes,
Such a wonderfully written poem, and so sad.I am sure she knew in her heart te love you were giving her. My heart goes out to you foe the suffering you went through.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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Tear are in my eyes now. My mother went through the exact same thing. I thank God she is in peace and with the Lord now. You wrote this beautifully.
Mary
p.s. welcome to the den
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis
With Love,
Cindy