(1946 / Arkansas)


Each day she sits in a rolling chair
Constrained by straps to avert a spill
Not knowing who or where she is
Not knowing those who love her still

Not knowing if it’s cold outside
Or if the sun does shine this day
Not knowing, since that awful time
Her memory was rudely swept away

Her day is filled with dull routine
Of nurses, pills, food, soft and flat
She cannot eat, so must be fed
Alzheimer’s toll is truly sad

But once she was young and full of life
She loved to laugh and play and sing
Walk barefoot through the meadow grass
Ride horses, wade in quiet streams

She went for strolls down shady lanes
And talked with friends of girlish things
Of life and love and boys and goals
Her life was filled with hope and dreams

She loved the man who won her heart
She wept when death took him away
Now she longs for reunion sweet
And so, each day she sits and waits

©C R Clark 12/20/2008

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Comments (24)

To enjoy the beauty of nature under any condition. Nice work.
Such a sharp image this gives. I am whisked along her path to see what she sees and feel the reality as it slips away. Beautiful and potently expressed - Thank you for sharing this.
Pray for her release my friend.her soul has gone on ahead
your poem touches my sad heart.good writes Clark.
Your poignant poem paints a moving picture of an Alzheimer's victim. The verses are higly moving and filled with compassion
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