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My wife and I have dear friends, the wife of whom is now on a gradual loss of memory and everyday tasks. We do our best to help, as her husband tries to cope.


Slipping into the Water

He fears she is slipping away,
slipping now into the water.
He take his stand on dry land,
but he cannot hold her there,
she’s slipping into the water.
How he tries to hold her there,
holding her above the water
but try as he might he cannot
hold her, she’s slipping away;
until one say she will merge,
becoming one with the water.

© D G Moody 2022.




Poetry by D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-07-31 at 16:52

Tags Dementia  Loss  Coping 

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
Man, you've captured the fear of losing a loved one to something uncontrollable well. I love the metaphor of drowning. A good poem and a fitting tribute.
2022-08-05


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A cleverly constructed poem, this - and if I may say so, so sympathetic, gentle and kind.
Had I not read your preface I would have thought this to be a precise of a book I read some months ago - on a subject completely divorced from yours. So it clearly is a great stand alone poem.
Allen
2022-08-03



yes, it made me think of doctors when they are losing a patient
2022-08-01


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Dougie, very poignant; you've orchestrated your language with restraint, the gentle insistence of the repeated words being quite effective.
2022-07-31