Lost & found
a story of us
I lost you while you're still alive,
Watching comprehension slowly fade.
Eyes echoing a vacant view,
Lips that won't form my name.
They used to hold
Stories, dreams,
Hopes and lifetimes
In chocolate irises and ruby kisses
Warming me up inside,
Lighting my soul on fire.
Each day now filled with
All the love and care
Gifted to me,
Poured back into you.
Slowly eroded by
Handfuls of pills and
Little unknown good-byes.
Our golden years
Stolen by age
And vengeful nature,
Written by genes
In star-crossed skies.
Your body, still here
Grounding me as I
Wash your brow.
Your face still here
For me to linger on
Tracing lines carved
By laughter and joy.
But your beautiful
Creative, brilliant mind
Has crossed over
Leaving me behind.
Someday I'll find you
Whole again
And rejoice.
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Written for all those couples, all those sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, friends and caregivers struggling with seeing a loved one with dementia. I've been witness to and helped care for my grandfather with Alzheimer's and have seen the effect of dementia in other loved ones.
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Comments (21)
This... ugh. My heart hurts so bad. This brought back a lot of memories of my childhood watching as my grandpa slowly lost himself. You captured the grief and pain so well. As much as it hurts, I'm glad you wrote this. <3 This isn't a topic that's often talked about.
Wonderful writing! Very beautiful and bittersweet!
"Eyes echoing a vacant view, Lips that won't form my name. " Bravo!
This is so beautiful. Love this line " Your beautiful mind has crossed over." Exceptional ❤️❤️❤️
🥲Beautiful 🌟🙏💞👍
Powerful stuff! "eyes echoing a vacant view" Loved that line.
Such beautiful wording that compellingly and masterfully combines sentiment and the haunting nature of this thing we call life.
For loved ones everywhere. Heartfelt and beautiful.
Hey, I just published a love poem, can read it and give me some feedback.
Heart touching
Slowly eroded by a handful of pills. That line hit me hard. There was so much of emotions in this one. Such a beautiful poem for those whose loved ones are having dementia!
Another gorgeous piece, Heather. I'm sorry that you & your loved ones have had to suffer in this way. Sending hugs your way! You honored your loved one in such a beautiful way with this piece! I agree, this feels like another well-deserved TOP STORY! God bless you!
This brought tears to my eyes! Beautiful, just beautiful! To me, the mark of any good artistic expression is the ability to make the observer, in this case, reader, feel something. It's not easy, but you did it here. Excellent work!
Such a cruel, savage disease. Your reconciliation is emotionally captivating. Thank you for sharing!
Those are amazing words!!!! really like it
I feel this in my soul. You nailed it, my friend.
Your words paint an heartfelt & accurate picture. Left some love 💖💖💕
Sending hugs for your amazing words, I see another Top Story too
Painters see light and dark, poets feel it. You are a poet. This is an accurate and Emotive capture of a harsh reality I’ve experienced with my mom. Thank you Heather. 🥰
What a great and accurate picture. My mom suffered with dementia. What a cruel disease
Oh Heather, this moved me. My Nana suffered from Alzheimer’s. It is truly the cruelest disease. You captured everything and somehow made a sense of beauty from the tragedy. Thank you so much for sharing this. 🥲
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