...free from Alzheimer’s.

...free from Alzheimer’s.

A Poem by Huw

Between four & eight years

they reckon.

Stages? about seven they say

they talk of quality time

Whilst I still remember

I might remove my mattress

and buy a coffin

sleep in it every night

so when I fail to wake

just close the lid

and lower me into

that dark deep

to sleep until the last day

until I hear that final trump

then head for home

home at last and free 

from the confines of time

and free from Alzheimer’s. 

© 2018 Huw


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Added on August 21, 2018
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Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



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I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

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A Poem by Huw