poppy miller


Buried Memories - Poem by poppy miller

He's standing at the window; bird watching.
His shoulders drooping, his back bent;
The dark hair now grey and thinning,
His youthful energy spent.

His once fitting trousers now bag,
Comforting his legs now bent and thin.
Bony arms, one bearing a skintag;
Liver spots mark his skin.

He turns, his eyes on mine stare
Vacant; those eyes once blue,
Time doesn't seem to hold a care.
No. Such preservations are few.

My heart grieves as I search his face,
Looking for the spouse that I once knew.
Is he resting in some other space,
Dreaming dreams anew?

I mourn my lover; our lost passion,
The laughter, mentor, faithful friend.
Such a giver, not knowing ration
Not knowing what lies around the bend.

I call to him; he grasps my hand
And smiles the smile that lights a room;
But the fear of lost memory takes its stand,
Pray, who created this hideous doom?

I hold him (scorning this disease)
And sooth him with a song of love;
All is gone now, (no memories)
Though what still remains - is love.

January 8th 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: alzheimer


Comments about Buried Memories by poppy miller

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/23/2016 1:57:00 PM)


    Those eyes once blue! ! Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/29/2016 12:54:00 PM)


    Poppy
    How well you express the desperation one feels when a loved one slowly slips away.
    It is very moving.
    Tom Billsborough
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  • (1/15/2016 4:26:00 PM)


    Thankyou Waseem, it was very kind of you to leave a response and it's very much appreciated. (Report) Reply

  • (1/14/2016 5:00:00 AM)


    the sadness seeps through your words into our hearts bringing tears to our eyes. no exaggeration, believe me.
    thank you for sharing.
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  • (1/10/2016 12:15:00 PM)


    Thankyou Ann. Dementia is such a cruel thing. I wrote this on seeing a man stood by the window in the care home
    where I visit my mother.
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  • Ann Beard (1/9/2016 1:04:00 AM)


    I feel your sadness. beautifully put. (Report) Reply

    Poppy Miller (1/10/2016 12:16:00 PM)

    Thankyou Ann. Dementia is such a cruel thing. I wrote this on seeing a man stood by the window in the care home
    where I visit my mother.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 8, 2016



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