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Mind Fog
by Jaimey Perham → (All Poetry by Jaimey Perham)
Saturday, July 18, 2026 Rated "PG13" by the Author.

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“Growing Older and Forgetting” (First Poem In 3 Years)

CREDIT: PHOTO: BITTERROOT/FLICKR. TREEHUGGER PEOPLE INC. Mind Fog JaimeyPerham.com Entertainment Studios (JPES) - Copyright © 2026 - All Rights Reserved. Tuesday, June 30, 2026- Rated "PG-13" by the Author. “Growing Older and Forgetting” (First Poem In 3 Years) As I grow older, my brain forgets The love we shared on those frozen winter days The pain remains; those details burnt in flames But one thing stays the same My moments with you in photographs stuck in universal time That only one could envision at a distance Everyone I know today or once passed on the street Are dead from head to feet I think God is playing a dirty trick Or my life is twisted and sick Performed just for you on a quiet stage But my friend, it is just old age I will always remember those magical days When we would get into trouble and get in the way Never wanting to play or stay Maybe in the flowery days of May Down by the bay in boats made of clay Where it cost not a penny to pay So where do we go from here? Will it cost anything for a car, bus, plane, ship or bus fare It doesn’t matter to me; I want to sit next to you again and talk mouth to ear I wasn’t being rude, just wanted to give you my love, not a scare I always thought of you as a sister or child to protect you from your deepest darkest fears You turned out okay, so I guess I did my job, or maybe you figured out life without my care I do know I will see you again on some strange foreign land Where in the background we could hear some familiar band To cheer up the moment and I could get closer to you and know what makes you tick And we don’t have to worry about problems or tricks Just the two of us together to laugh the days away and waste some time on this rock And we don’t have to worry about the master clock Old age is a funny thing I keep thinking about why everyone is getting their wings But then it hits me that our mentors are just at that age Where it is just their time to exit the stage My time will come soon enough, but I am in no rush I think I will stay here just a little bit longer and enjoy the silent hush Releasing the Mind Fog Put my life in the hands of God Breathe in Mountain air Breathe out the city smog Give you a big hug Follow the dancing bug
Mind Fog

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on July 18, 2026

It's good to see you posting again, Jaimey. If you are experiencing brain flog, your remembrance of her and the time you spent with her is still very sharp.

And I want to thank you for remastering your grandmother's recreations of Bridgeport in the short documentary, A Lady and a City, in 1998 on your website. It is a timeless piece that deserves to be on YouTube for as long as people will view it.

I regret that I've never put my videos on YouTube but I should have. Only on my website.

Ron

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

A poem that speaks clearly to me. 'Mind Fog' is more than just a symptom, it can also be, as you've shown here, a philosophical (and emotional) inquiry into your own life. By examining your experiences, personal perceptions, questioning assumptions, and embracing change, you can turn moments of mental cloudiness into opportunities for deeper understanding about yourself, and also what's happening around you. Your last stanza offers positive advice. I agree. Enjoyed your thoughts. Continued inspiration. r

CREDIT: PHOTO: BITTERROOT/FLICKR. TREEHUGGER PEOPLE INC.