Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Louise Jan 2015
I thought I saw a glimpse
of what could have been
a little flicker of light
in the years of darkness

The past, clouded,
it still mattered
but I'm supposed to forgive
aren't I?

Things are different
in a good and bad way
I thought I'd been given chance
to have some sort of closure
a peace, that could settle within me.

I foolishly thought
that maybe I'd deserved it.
I  could be left with memories,
of the pleasant kind
not like I had before

Her illness can create an ugly side,
I  know,
but I can't help but wonder,
is it just the part of her
that she so often tried to hide?
Now the Dementia
causes her to forget
to conceal the deceit

It's just too hard
it's too close
too familiar.
Emotionally
it costs me too much
I tried
but I think I'm done.
This is about my relationship with my mother. She wasn't pleasant in the past but the dementia softened her somewhat  for a while.  Unfortunately certain behaviour is raising its ugly head and it's just too hard for me to handle again.  This is how I'm feeling now but who knows,  I may gain some strength from somewhere.
  Nov 2014 Louise
r
Here, and over here -
The fortunate sons

Those who made it home
To fields and hills of native tongue
In the soil their people toiled
- They listen quietly when we come


There, and over there -
Beneath crossed lines too many

Still - they man the trenches
Along the Marne and Somme
Below the woods of Belleau
And the forest of Argonne

No sonnets in a foreign language
Rendered where they languish -
The distant rest far and away
In a cold November grave


We should remember
Here and there
The old lie -

And the young.

r ~ 11/11/14
In memory of poet
Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918)
and all who gave.

The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
  Nov 2014 Louise
Jack
.

Tears for the fallen
Saddened refrains
Lasting impressions
Endless the stains

Hearts of the young
Brave in the fields
Anguish and sorrow
The pain it does yield

Proudly they fight
Quickly they fall
Not soon forgotten
The blood on the wall

Freedom the journey
Cost laced with war
Darkened decisions
Death at the door

Counted statistics
No two the same
Numbers for tracking
Somebody’s name

Wasted perception
Fear has no place
Tears for the fallen
Roll down my face
11/11/14
We remember
Louise Nov 2014


I'm still here
knowing I've never forgotten
you

Your still there
forgetting to remember
me

Do you ever
remind yourself to recall,
us?

I forget sometimes
to leave thoughts of you
behind

This time
I'll remember to
forget.


Louise Nov 2014


I'm looking
     because I wish to see

Searching
      because I wish to find

Listening
      because I wish to hear



I'm wanting
      because I wish to become

Retreating
       because I wish to observe

Loving
     because I wish to be loved


Suggestions for a title?
Louise Nov 2014


Her name was Autumn
she held many exquisite colours
within her oval eyes

Ruby red flashes
as they caught the light
creating the illusion of fire

A glorious gold
in a soft shimmer
offering glimpses of forever

As you peered deeper
they enticed memories forgotten
Of her eyes you'd never tire
Next page