Dementia
A poem about memories and forgetting them
Memories of you
the past is gone
wondering how long
a memory
will stay strong.
A vision in their head
it's you they see instead
can't remember the face
because they know
you are now dead.
The memories return
recurring thoughts
never last
the present is here
the hours are dear.
Faces disappear
wiped from the mind
returning
in a moment of reprise
but then the dementia
muddles them unkind.
A person who forgets
is never forgotten
cherishing the days
when they see us for real
before disintegrating
into the abyss of time.
A horrendous ordeal
no one should feel.
Restrained and sad
confusion is bad
we wonder at bay
when the next day
will bring
a memory to stay.
©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.
Also published on Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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