This poem is about the images of Alzheimer - it is a mistake to think that someone who is ill with Alzheimer has forgotten how to love. Alzheimer is an illness - a thief.
Those who love us, need us. Go to them.
Love Me-mory
Those who love us, need us. Go to them.
Love Me-mory
I am water in a well
Laying deep
I look at the sun
Like a plucked cuckoo
In a strange nest
I don't fit or belong
My feathers are gone
Who put me here
Where I have no tongue
I am a sideboard
Standing by the wall
Stiff and wooden
Yet no-one knows
What is hidden
Look at me
I am a crust
Dried on the outside
Left in a box
Rub me into crumbs
Feed me to the birds
Birds can fly
I am a lost key
That fits no door
Locks have changed
I walk in muddled dreams
In corridors
That never meet
The doors of my life
Are closing
Imprisoned in my skin
There deep within
I do love you
I will always love you
Love
Is not in my melting
Is not in my melting
It is in my heart.
©
Wendy Smit-Taylor 2015
A moving poem on a tough subject with some haunting images. I didn't know you were blogging, Wendy, I've only just found this.
ReplyDeletedear Vivien,
ReplyDeletemy mother-in-law suffered from Alzheimer and was in a care home for the last 4 years of her life. we spent a lot of time with her and the other patients. this poem expresses some of the things that impressed themselves into me. very powerful and often not understood. lack of communication does not mean that there is no love. I saw lots of it there.
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