I think my mother may have liked to have written this.


The Time May Come

When I am fading,
slowly,
personality blurred,
disturbed,
my character out,
possibly to lunch,
remember I love you.

When my eyes look,
but not see,
the sign says vacant
and my temper frays
matching my hemline,
remember I love you.

When the fridge is full
but nobody's coming
and the day is young
time just forgotten,
memories flash,
I remember, I love you.

Do your best
it's good enough,
leave the guilt
behind,
all things pass,
we are safe,
in knowing love.










Poetry by shells
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Written on 2012-07-08 at 00:56

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Esti D-G
Fabulous. You caught the tragedy of Alzheimers exactly and the power of love resonating in the background.
2014-03-31


Tim Ohman
This is deeply affecting. I have thought about and feared that time, seeing my loved one's grow older. I will keep this text as a reminder to cherish the years that still remain. Thank you for this text.
2013-09-21


StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
If I sat and looked at these words for too long, I think I'd bawl like a baby..... life is hard, and although sometimes we say that joy balances out the sorrow, in bittersweet moments such as this (so aching, but tinged with love) it is hard to say that we aren't pretending. Thank you for writing this, on behalf of mothers and their children (however old they may be) everywhere. This is heart-rendingly beautiful. (applause)
2013-04-18


normalil
I have much experience of this devastating illness. You describe it perfectly, and convey the sadness and desolation of victim and family with eloquence. So sad.
2012-09-21


Peter J. Kautsky
tremendous statement redemption and peace of mind. Read like a glass of lemonade on a hot day. Pete
2012-09-10


Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is beautifully done, sad though it is. Many people do not know, until they are gone, how often family/friends had waited for a call from them.
2012-08-29


Morning Star
That's a lovely poem, so hopeful, so inspiring, with a lovely ending.
Thanks for sharing.
2012-08-15


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
made me think of my sweet grand-mother at the end of her life going through dementia... it's a sad state of affairs, and it really sunk my heart how powerless I felt at that time... well, anyway, this is what your text made me think of... and it makes me think that my grand-mother, as well as your mother, would have most wanted to write (express) something like this then... very beautiful and touching... thanks xx
2012-07-16


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Sadly beautiful

Stan
2012-07-15


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2012-07-12


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Maybe your mum has , are you not a part of she , your mum , you are but writing as she would have wished , you are ganting her wish
Ken
2012-07-08


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
It is how I feel at times - I'm aware as I get older of a sense of disconnection at times, not of me but a progression of life :-)

Elle x
2012-07-08


countryfog
This is beautifully conceived and beautifully said. The time did come for my father, slowly slipping away into the haze of Alzheimer's. Thank you for saying something I've not been able to.
2012-07-08