The Long Goodbye

Written for anyone who has lost a loved family member or friend to any of the dementia diseases like Alzheimer's.

The Long Goodbye

 

 

In passed days we would joke,

Comically to laughingly loud,

You’d summon your expertise,

Even in front of a grand crowd.

 

Your humour readily infected,

So many happy friend’s ears,

With a joke or kooky moves,

You would render us to tears.

 

Your hot flame burned giving,

People the benefit of the doubt,

Charmingly toss sadness aside,

You’d sway our elation about.

 

Your superb human-being zest,

Fountains innermost life in me,

You were an unbreakable stone,

Contrived forever in our eternity.

 

Thankful of the great privilege,

Knowing benevolence so well,

You apprised us your credence,

Your canny wording would tell.

 

If we’re these mortals evolving,

Above flying eyes of the eagle,

We should flatter joyful words,

You expressed unselfishly regal.

 

Friends imprinted on these gems,

Will never burden of life’s hold,

As we channel your old wisdom,

Our fortitude strengthens tenfold.

 

A devouring vortex of life pulls,

On your virtuous puppet strings,

Entangled us, in sad misfortune,

Your adjoining dimension brings.

 

Our faces somehow whisk away,

Now the farthest from your mind,

Broken words have superseded,

An astute tongue managed to bind.

 

A cursed disease sentences death,

Isolated, from the real jubilant you,

Knowing you’re a rare cool model,

That absconded hopelessly askew.

 

Diamond tear-rivers soon flowed,

Heads down at a final resting plot,

Where you reached for a pinnacle,

However unwillingly you sought.

 

A gust of wind blew from a soul,

To impart your sombre goodbyes,

Genuine love you’ve once shared,

Further chaperons our long sighs.

 

Here in spirit, but physically gone,

Fell one strong branch of my tree,

Though, I remember lasting times,

How we giggled non-stop happily.

 

Life does sometime humbly shift,

From our perfectly formed base,

Left strength inside I now wield,

That brightly shines on my face.

 

Of those old memories, I wonder,

If you’re getting all of them back?

While earning sweet angel wings,

That’s guiding your newest track.

 

You permeate my deepest thoughts,

Strutting beside your adored family,

Looking over all your true friends,

Acting our peachy protecting deity.

 

 

 

By Quilled_Penman©Glen King