am I forgotten
amongst metal frames corroding
endless corridors, starched white sheets
remnants of my meals, dried upon the
pale blue gown I wear
– I never liked this colour blue
are you aware of
the breath you draw, is the exhale
breathed of me – as you daydream drying plates
looking onto fields of green, I’m amongst those
who soil their pyjamas and weep, take that rubbish away
– I do not like your jelly
I wonder if you notice
your visits are rare – in my head I see you smile
hear your voice, why have I so many bruises
the colour of petrol on my skin that’s paper thin
– I tell them they have to move me more
so will you come and visit
sit and read to me whispering – ‘you’ll be home soon’
back where I belong, where I can dry your plates
I’ll not get in your way, let me live where I feel safe
– just remind me who you are again
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… written for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub.
So like to see you there. They are celebrating their 2 year Anniversary!!
I’m sure there will be a drink on the house.
Ramblings From A Mum 
This is very moving ramblinmumma. I think we can relate to these situations.
I especially connect with the final line..’let me live where I feel safe’ I think all of us want that.
The context of the poem would be nice to know.
Thank you ‘O’ , I drew on story a friend of mine told me of her mother in a home, who suffers dementia. I do not why things spring to mind where I feel I have to write…the beauty of a muse and free spirit. Thank you for reading.
Our muses take us to amazing places often beyond the scope of our own imaginations. At least they do or me.
and we are forever grateful for our Muses.
The is moving and sad, my own mother is getting closer and closer to this stage though she still live at home, some days she is quite clear, others she’s quite confused. Love the poem, and the form.
Hello BR – firstly thank you for reading and commenting. Secondly, I understand, as my mother who lives at home has days of being lucid..days of great confusion and endless questions, which we have given answers too. It is a cruel and debilitating disease. My thoughts are with you.
kinda scary…let me live where i feel safe….the bruises…i like how you let us look in on the thoughts of this person in the situation…the wondering if they will come see them…the thought of going back home only to serve them…lots of emotion just under the surface
Thank you Brian, yes hopefully it was also picked up the in the beginning the sense that she thought no one visited or cared, when in fact it was her non-rememberance of them even being there. I appreciate greatly you reading and your kind comments.
Wow, you wrote a strong poem here about a subject many of us deal with or will deal with. So very real and so very hard. Alzheimers is indeed a horrible disease. It steals so much from a person. The last lines of each stanza always added such impact! Nice meeting you here in dVerse!
Mary thank you so much for reading and making comment and also for the welcome, a sad issue that many have to confront. Appreciated.
This is so sad Jen but such a reality for so many. It tugs at my heart for so many reasons. I have worked in nursing homes and retirement communities and seen people suffering with having to be there. I also worked on my own and would go “babysit” for a lady with Alzheimer’s so her adult daughter could get out of the house for a bit. She made the choice to keep her mum at home so she didn’t have to deal with the nursing home but you could see the toil it was taking on the daughter. Such a hard thing no matter the circumstances.
Yes unfortunately so Mel, I can’t imagine what it would be like to face this full on, though mum is starting to experience this slowly 😦 Thank you hun. x
So sad and I lived through this with my mother, who passed away from complications of this disease, on her 85th birthday last summer. Such a haunting piece –
Beth I am sorry if this brought sad memories for you, my consdolences also. xx
No worries at all , it was lovely and thank you )
🙂 no – thank you. x
Very touching. I really felt the see-saw of thoughts from lucidity to bewilderment. You’ve captured the process of dementia really well
Thank you Sarah for this compliment on what I wrote- appreciated. x
So sad.
I sent this along to a girl I know who has been caring for her Mom even though there are 4 other family members who just do not seem to get it.
HUGS TO YOU
Oh E – how caring to do this. Let us hope that ‘something’ registers with the family members – it is too much for one member to take care of, all need to be involved. Thank you. xx
You are most welcome I am glad I was pouring through emails and found this unread another sign!
perhaps it was – thanks hun x
🙂 You are welcome
Reblogged this on Living and Lovin.
Thank you once again for the re-blog E – appreciated. xx
Anytime I am not frazzled I shall try to send some traffic 🙂
HUGS
appreciated 🙂
🙂
This really touched me, Jen. Reminded me of my mum 😦
Oh hun – I seem to have made a few upset by my words – I apologise and {hugs} xx
No apologies necessary. It’s very poignant 😉
thank you x
oh, stunning imagery… loved it – the first stanza is my fave. sad and beautiful…
Thank you, I do like the first and the last. I am glad you enjoyed xx
sssh… you in your email?
mmm nods
awesome 😀 you got mail…