Alzheimer's curse

Yellow Butterfly

Wondering mind,

worrying signs, not

knowing what is really going on.....!

Life is a funny old game and s**t really 

does happen all the same.  Working all hours,

 hopes, no fears, later on in life, 

unexpectedly you started to change

Wondering mind, 

worrying signs, not 

knowing what is really going on.....!

So many questions you so frequently keep asking,  

where? who? what? yes? no?.....  so sad, how you forget!

Sitting,sleeping, questioning if you've eaten,

your own personal recollection of life gone

not really understanding what's happening

Wondering mind, 

worrying signs not

knowing what is really going on.....!

Rallying around you, family so dear, wife, daughters, sons

all your beautiful grandchildren playing near by 

Names, faces, names, faces so many around you loving you dearly, 

So sad seeing a blank expression upon your face, 

Doesn't mean you've stopped caring....

Wondering mind,

worrying signs, not

knowing what is really going on.....!

Why is this happening, you have never done no wrong,

All that matters now is to always be there for you,

to care for you, to never stop loving you!

Keeping your mind strong!

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

very tragic for this to happen to someone dear to you. it just gives you a feeling of helplessness. it's hard to accept that the person you love is no longer there. great descriptive poetry.

[Cicera]

I have always admired writing which engages the reader, or the observer in whatever form the observation would be made, not by provoking and inviting him to consider put himself in the shoes of the case at hand. But rather by looking, and for once just looking outside himself, at how someone else can wear them. That done, perhaps this is one of the most common forms of sentimental writing that calls the reader then to reflect on the case and empathise as though the afflicted is truly himself. One of the tricky problems of our days-to put it simply-is a question regards that to how decide on what give-what to offer as an individual-and what to take from the rest. And think how a writer must deal with this problem, and he has to do it all the time! The lyrical form and deployment of linguistic tools gained my admiration. The soft nature of the poem combined with a delicate title makes a hospitable medium, for almost anyone I should think, to come and reflect on theirselves; regard our so fragile lives.

[Jibey]

This poem had a moving theme. It was well constructed with the reprition driving home the nature of the disease... Good writing... controlled, effective

[J Todd Underhill]

After losing my grand father to this dreaded disease I can say this is a great write and draws attention to a disease that we need to find a cure for! Bravo for this great write!

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it's a terrible disease..for the family really..to see someone lose themselves..I alway feel the body is still here but the soul has long gone..poignant write