Wisps Of Memories Poem by Bob Kavanagh

Wisps Of Memories

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I'm all of a fuddledump,
Is that my sister or September?
I've lost my streamline, my head is near.
Mama? .............Mama? ...............Mama?
On Board,
The Ship
Ive lost…………………………….something.
The determination of a national advantage is through the pursuit of structured economic policies allied with a social awareness to allow…….
My mind is mollished…
On Board
I should be on board,
Embarking.. that's it that's what we said.
Pshhh.
Mama? ...................Mama? ................Mama?
I'm old and young, that's a funny one isn't it, old and young because I want to touch my mother, and I see my granddaughter smiling with her mouth and I want to see her again.
I've lost the………………
The…………………………
The…………………………
The nurse is lovely, she gives me foolish.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
My uncle suffered from alzheimers at the end of his days. He loved to talk but was cofused with when he was a commis chef on an Atlantic ship and today.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 30 November 2014

An excellent write... Just as you were there. Alzheimers is A shocking illness. Great your uncle is supported by your memories. Thank you

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