- These Little Windows- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- THESE LITTLE WINDOWS-

These little windows
That I see,
They just appear
And devour me.

The first ones
Were so very rare,
So insignificant
I didn't share.

For then was
Just a thought or Two
Nothing I could
Explain to you.

Directions that
I would forget,
A name or face
I must admit.

Then instructions
All tangled up,
For all that was written
Spilled from my cup.

My words don't
Always come out right,
Then I'll hide
Stay out of sight.

What is this thing
Here in my mind
How could life be
So very unkind.

Forget the day,
The time, the year.
Don't understand,
What is this fear.

Anger sometimes
Does now lash out
Sometimes I just Wish
I could Shout!

My stomach hurts..
Forgot to eat...
How do you do this...
Won't you repeat...

And now the windows
They have turned,
Cannot remember
Things I've learned.

Only these flashes
Do remain,
My life has simply
Become inane.........

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 8-5-06

Sorry if this is distasteful or hard to read for some,
But it has to be written for all those who suffer the
Terrible affliction of Alzheimers....maybe this will push them to
Find a cure!