Dementia...Alzheimer Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On the floor
At table
All alone
With others
I play and play and play
With Lego, the puzzle, crosswords

Hands busy
Mind flies
Brain talks
Eyes stare
I am shocked

"I don't like virtual.
I love the real ones
The naturals, "

I'm silent
I'm still
"Are you here? "
I hear.

"I'm sorry."
I reply.

No one knows what I said
What I thought, treasure
Is covered in my mind, in my chest

"Ay people..."
I hear my conscious
"...you are fools"

Like a bud
Lips smile
My dimples
(I am sure)
Have betrayed
But not all

Dad,
Nassy,
Someone says
"Poor old man..."
"Dementia...Alzheimer"
Eyes signal.

Like a drop
Butter, milk or water
In a pot
(Red and hot)
I'm burning
"Be or not, "
(Shakespeare's)

The horse is plastic
In Lego
Part of horse thick paper
Puzzle's piece

"Ay people...
I know horse
I've ridden
I have touched
I've caressed
I have kissed
I know horse
These pieces
Plastic or paper
These junks are virtual
I don't like virtual.
I love the real ones
The naturals, "

No one hears
They are deaf
They are dumb
I'm not sick
It is not Alzheimer
Dementia...