Her thin and fragile frame
sits hunched over in a rocking chair
listening to it creek
as she peeks out her wooden window frame
her sad wrinkled eyes
reveals a battered and bruised soul
trapped in the prison walls
that use to be her vibrant mind
A shadow of the woman she once was
now left far behind
fading into someone else
forgetting the names and places of yesterday
Memories serve as her only company
her blue eyes swell with tears
as her tender heart breaks
for the faces she cant remember
Days rush by, they all seem a blurr
Lonely nights spent rocking in her chair
silently crying
wondering if she will ever remember again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem just made me cry.......it's so beautifully written but so very heartbreaking. I've worked with the elderly for awhile now but haven't worked with one yet that is all alone in the world. I think it will be a bittersweet experience if it ever does happen. At once I'll be glad I can be there and be a friend but yet I'm sure when I go home at night it will weigh on the mind and the sadness for that person will overtake me. I love this poem for it's very realness.