It's the most appalling insult offered by the Almighty to mankind.


DEMENTIA

My mind and brain are a treasure chest,
filled with priceless gems.
But somewhere I've mislaid the key.
Is this what God intends?

I've lost the best times I ever knew,
some sad, some filled with joy.
This obscene disease of blank old age
chose these memories to destroy.

I never know what day it is,
let alone the year!
And now my memory is wiped
of all that I hold dear.

I think I'm nearly at the end,
my daughter keeps me clean.
She shovels food into my mouth
it makes an awful scene.

Just let me die my Maker,
daughter, let me go.
Who would want to carry on
when neurons are so slow.........




Poetry by normalil
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Written on 2008-12-04 at 02:31

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ngaio Beck
Masterpiece of expression
2008-12-28


Northlight
How sad for you, to go through,
it hurts reading, heart bleeding,
have seen it with a friend who
did not know me in the end.
Wish you courage, regards, N.
2008-12-17


penfold18
Heartbreaking to read as well as deal with first hand as you so obviously have Norma and as have I over the years, your poem is excellent in its description and clarity~Graham.
2008-12-06


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A great , if sad poem , Norma. I have looked after people , victims of dementia. So I know of what you write.

Ken D Williams
2008-12-04


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I can relate as my
Pop(deceased) had this
awful disease and it
was sad to watch.

Very well expressed.

~L.~
2008-12-04


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
oh my dear, this touched my heart so. Please read my essay called Visit to the Hawthorne House. It is a very real account of the experience of which you are speaking. It happened just last Friday the day after Thanksgiving here in USA. I only trust God to know more than I and I have the faith to believe something good will come of it all. hugs, Kathy
2008-12-04


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
sometimes we yearn for the release and yet still fear it.
yearn and fear.
not an easy place to be.
2008-12-04