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.

Sunday, November 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: awareness,funny,granddaughter,lost,september,sister
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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