Remembering Ice Cream

This is about Alzhiemers and my gran. She remember the nicest things but has no idea when they happened. I cry for her. x

 

 

Childhood years

 

Looking at me licking

Never spill a drop

I love chocolate ice cream

I love it a lot

 

Eating this one handed

Little tongue outstreched

Yummy, yummy, yummy

Ice cream is the best

 

Oops, sick all over mummy

He he, must save some for dad too

They think I'm their little sweetie

But I know thats what I'll do!

 

Now getting old.....

 

Those days

The taste

The drips

My face

 

No idea of where I am

Where I may be

What I am doing

What I can see

 

Behind rocks we kissed

For the first time,

Never told anyone

Precious memories mine.

You were with me

Times now past,

Days I was free

Alone with you at last.

 

We sat on the beach,

Frollicked in the sand

Threw stones in the sea

Then you led my hand.

Behind rocks we kissed

For the first time,

Never told anyone

Precious memories mine.

Reviews

[Dave "Doc" Rogers]

Remembering Ice Cream. At first, by the title, I was thinking this should be a fun little frolic about ice cream. As I began reading the poem it was, then it transitioned. I reread it and its description, then the poem, its moments, and transitions made sense. Your grandmother had some excellent moments. Loving tribute done well.

Cheers!
Doc.

[Floating on the feather..]

The write is very poignant.
And it is mighty sad as well.

But it has been written really well.

[youngwriter222]

this is so cute how you brought back those childhood memories in a poem, and for your grandmother, how sweet. It is very sadwhen a grandparent gets alzheimers I went through 3 of them.

Those days

The taste

The drips

My face



No idea of where I am

Where I may be

What I am doing

What I can see

great poem you are talented
Sarah

[Carole]

Alzheimer's is such a sad disease, and you have captured it perfectly here, Daisy.

No idea of where I am

Where I may be

What I am doing

What I can see

Your grandmother is very blessed to have a granddaughter that cares about her and is sensitive to her.
A precious write. :-)

[R J Askew]

Very poigniant Daisy. I like the way the poem progresses from what sounds like Gran enjoying being childishly naughty in the first few verses to the observations of her as she now is, descending into her happy second childhood. Sad yet not entirely unhappily so. Well done.

[A.J. Smith]

Wow, Daisy, this is a wonderful, sadly beautiful poem. Very well written. You capture the sadness of realizing all of these lovely memories of a lifetime are becoming lost and jumbled, losing context and meaning, as they fall deeper into the abyss.

[George Love]

Many times it seems these patients are very happy in their world. Well written, nicely captured essence of the disorder