Hit Play and Repeat

Hit Play and Repeat or Twinkle help me pick a title

Tough skin is not the answer. A hard life doesn't equate a hard heart. So on bad days put your memory on repeat and replay; brownies baking, wash on a line, a new dress made just in time, sleepless nights waiting up for you, bended knee lifting up a holy prayer, late night snacks for a broken heart, holding hands for a nature walk.

 

 

So what if she cannot remember your name. Don't be fickle over such a little thing. She recognizes your eyes and that bright childlike smile. So twinkle a bit and light up her day. She's the reason you can tie your shoes this fine day. Such a simple thing that now for her you can do.

 

Don't tell me her life is without cause for even now she's teaching you about love. So when your tears start building and your heart bends till you think it will break put your memory on repeat and hit play.

Reviews

[Mark]

My grandmother had Alzheimer's. I was too young at the time to realize what her big vacant smile bode for the future, or how badly the adults around me were feeling. My sincerest sorrow to you, sister-friend; there can be nothing crueller or more painful than watching a cherished parent vanish before your eyes, while knowing that you have long ago vanished from hers. Read "The End Of The Page", my eulogy to her, for a small breath of hope.

[Thurston]

So what if she can’t recall your name?
Don't be fickle over such a thing. She recognizes
your eyes. And that smile. So
twinkle up a bit and light up her day.
She taught you to tie up your shoes.
A simple thing now for her you can do.

[Thurston]

I don't think they work for you, the prose stanzas. Have a look at my rewrite of your first stanza. It's your poem. Every word is yours. Every thought is there. But you need to write more economically.
I'll not discuss your prose.

Tough skin is not the answer.
A hard life dont equate with a hard heart. So
on bad days put memory on repeat/replay
of brownies baking, wash on a line, a new dress
made just in time, sleepless nights waiting up for you
on bended knees late night snacks.

A nature walk holding hands.

[Bubo]

Reminds me so much of my Daddy, who for 18 months suffered so, and we lost the vibrant man he was.........yet he was still Daddy........beautifully written, full of emotion, thank you.

[roarke]

I'm usually more loquacious. This pretty much leaves me speechless. Nothing more to add.

Sublime.

[Daydreamer54]

BeAUTIFUL AND poetic! I also thought it to be meaningful! :)

[Ed Hart]

signed, sealed, and delivered...great