I was but a child
When she faded
First grey
Then gone
Into nothingness
And slowly slipped away
To the other side of the mind
Razor blades and bibles
Children cut from books
Kept her smiling
Kept her sailing
Trailing cut mooring lines
Into the dark night
On the other side of the mind.
The Mother in your poem had photos to cut out, I have only photos of two little boy the day after delivery. But that will have to do. Great poem! 10 from me. A Mom
James, amazing poem. You've described something that is beyond words. Well done.
The slow and deliberate line-spacing make this very powerful to read, and the intense wording cut through to the very marrow. Well achieved Jim although it must have torn you in two. Thoughts and greetings Fay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is this a poem about Alzheimers? Just curious... this has happened to many of my family members including my younger sister. Sad...