In The Maze

In The Maze

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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( the progression of dementia in loved ones )

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these early summer days
find auntie in a deeper maze
of lost in the past

memories of years gone by
blue sky and childhood friends
fast forward to a wretched end

today she didn’t remember me
pieces of the jigsaw gone
scattered and eaten by brain’s decay

i had morphed into my mother
her brother’s wife and she was
so delighted to see me

how young you look she said
how do you do it tell me how
where have you been all these years

why am I staying here
can you take me back to the square
to see my mum and dad

glad the visit was cut short
her caught in the misery of dementia
and the fear of what she suffers next

so held her hand and hugged her
what else can you do other than
reassure her and say you love her

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Chris, with my paternal Grandma it was cancer. She beat it once. Intestinal cancer. It wasted her away. I remember the last time I saw her. She had shriveled to nothing, gaunt and skeletal. She couldn't really move anymore, there just wasn't the muscle mass remaining. She looked mortified. The family stood around and said nothing. Just watched. I'm so thankful I had the presence of mind to walk up, kiss her on the cheek, and tell her I loved her. Tears welled in her eyes. That poor, brave woman. Still think about her 20 years later. Cheers, friend.

Posted 5 Months Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you my friend for that heart felt share. That kiss meant the world to her. She felt your love .. read more
John Sullivan

5 Months Ago

We don't, it's true. You're a kind soul, Ms. Shaw. Appreciate you
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Dementia is a cruel disease that not only affects the person but the whole family as well. It is unforgiving and relentless.

A little advice when dealing with someone who is struggling in their state of visiting the past, roll with it. Pretend you are the person they think you are and get creative with answers. If they want to go to the square to see mom and dad simple say we can’t go at the moment because mom and dad are at work or out of town.

I worked as a CNA for about 6 years and often with dementia patients. They are called therapeutic lies. They are in a different reality and you can not force them from it. To them it is completely real.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you for such a helpful review PB. It looks as though I will have to be my mum when I visit in .. read more
Poetic Beauty

5 Months Ago

You are most welcome for the help. It is tricky waters to navigate for sure. My grandpa had dementia.. read more
I distinctly remember my sister visiting me in the hospital after my second heart attack she brought a connect 4 game for us to play and in that state my muddled mind couldn't remember the difference between red and black checkers I couldn't tell the difference I couldn't even say to her which one is black? but even in that state I can not tell you of how much I loved her just sitting next to me and touching my arm how precious that was for me it was the only place she could touch me my fore arm everything else was covered in wires and tubes I may have not been able to say her name or even my own name at that time but I was still there just in pieces but that love cut thru everything and those moments that you gives her are so precious beyond words dear Chris!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you for such a precious share Bunny. That means alot. Just knowing that the love can be felt e.. read more
No place could be darker than a decaying mind, as you have so profoundly described here, dear Chris. She seems to sink into a quicksand. Has no solid ground in her mind, left. The past hovers, becomes real, assumes a face, then fades, causing untold distress. I feel the pain as you put her agony into words. You makes us feel her misery and fear. Indeed, there's nothing you can do but reassure her that you care. I'm so sorry your dear Aunt has to go through such torment. This poem has multiple messages for the reader and I've drawn so much from your words. Thank you for this precious share!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you so much Divya. She is beginning to slide at much faster rate and her decline is sad to wat.. read more
AYVID N

5 Months Ago

You're most welcome, dear Chris. I hope she doesn't suffer too much.

You're most w.. read more
We all must die sometime one of the few inevitabilities of life, yet isn't there much to be said when that time comes to die peacfully in one's sleep?

A moving, poignant poem depicting the gradual mental demise of a loved family member, doubtless a once vibrant, active person now reverting, regressing to former childhood memories only, ravaged by the cruel, mind sapping grip of dementia!

" glad the visit was cut short
her caught in the misery of dementia
and the fear of what she suffers next

so held her hand and hugged her
what else can you do
reassure her and say you love her "


Posted 5 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

5 Months Ago

Thank you Tom for an understanding review. If only she could slip away in her sleep, but I fear that.. read more
Tom

5 Months Ago

yes Chris, sadly dementia and its various forms seem to be commonplace, not just hard on the patient.. read more

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Chris Shaw
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