Inside the eye of a lonely wanderer
is a mother he loved so dear
a room of memories, laced with love
gathered by lace doily's, and a box of tissues.
she is marked as little Italy's monster
captive of her own, Alzheimer's ridden mind
branded a confused train wreck, at twilight she cries
forgetting her eldest son, daily she scatters her fear.
I understand her, looking past the locked door
in which she lays silent, hibernation for death
trying to link Mother and son, taking them beyond..
her illness, and his desperate sadness.
watching both of them deteriorate, differently
my aching heart cries, as he prepares for an ending
all I can do is stand in the corner, weeping
holding them both by the hand, as the darkness fills the room....
What a powerful topic to write about and you have made this poem so moving. What a sad story and i can feel your pain as you stand and watch this happen. It is such an awful illness for not only the person suffering it but all those around who get affected also.
I liked your title choice, it is very fitting ith not only the poem but also that of the thoughts of a sufferer.
You penned something heart wrenching. It has to be a living hell for those standing by watching and not being able to help
I think you penned perfection in describing this horror. Your poem was filled with emotion, powerfully worded with a smooth easy flow.
5 years ago
This is a poem I can definately relate to having watched a family member suffer from this debilitating illness. It's horrible to watch a person who was once a huge part of your life end up like an empty shell. It's also very difficult, as your poem suggests, for the people who have to deal with it.