Rockingchair Poem by Practicing Poetess
Rockingchair
I sat down beside
An old woman in a rockingchair.
Dementia had silenced her,
But her eyes told her story.
So, as we rocked,
I listened, through those eyes.
'I once was young, and pretty, too
With plans and dreams I hoped would come true
I'm really not that different from you.
I dreamed of love, and happiness
And always did my very best
In the pursuit of my success.
The young girl that I used to be
Locked up inside, no longer free
But I assure you, I'm still me.'
With misty eyes, I found no words
To thank her for what I'd just heard
So, I gently placed my hand over hers.
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Dementia is a sad state where the victims become absolutely helpless! In their infirm body, there could be a spirit still young and full of zest for life. Unfortunately, they cannot express it! What they need is love and understanding and our empathetic approach! An emotion packed poem, very touching and beautiful! A 10
Valsa, I very much appreciate your comment, and your understanding of my poem. Thank you.
This is a wonderful poem about the people we need most to comfort. Hopefully we'll all live to grow old. It would be nice to have someone to talk with. Even if we are of feeble mind and body.
This poem is about sitting next to an 85-year-old woman who cannot speak, but she still has volumes to tell, as far as stories go. Thank you for your lovely comment.
This poem is about sitting next to an 85-year-old woman who cannot speak, but she still has volumes to tell, as far as stories go. Thank you for your lovely comment.
'Roads Gone By' - - - I like that analogy, Louis! You definitely think like a poet! Thank you for your comment! : -)
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Very nice! The title fits the poem exactly. When dementia sets in you become, " A body without a home" . I have added this to My Poem List and rate a " 10"
Thank you so very much, Darwin, for your kind comments! : -)