I’m still here even though I’m no longer by your side
Living in the care home, you never leave my mind
This house is empty but your chair is still in place
Every time I close my eyes I forever see your face
Your bedroom is cold the wardrobes are now bare
You may not be here but I will always love and care
If I had one wish I would forever bring you home
I feel the guilt without you here living on my own
The days that pass by some are good others bad
I look through pictures old they make me feel so sad
Your health became to much you could not stay with me
And it breaks my heart so I pour my feelings into Poetry
Tomorrow is Mothers Day, I will bring you some cheer
Please don’t think that I have gone, for I’m still here

David Swinden © 25/3/2017

Hope you are all having a lovely weekend take care :-))))

Sometimes I often wonder what life brings
When your heart no longer wants to sing
Some days I think deeply and wonder why
I no longer laugh and all I ever do is cry
Wounds never seem to heal scarred forever
Is this my life for real with no endeavor
I am a pebble on this empty beach
Battered by the waves filled with grief

My crying heart screams out in agony
Sadness what spell have you cast over me
I am a shadow of my former self
Yesterday's happiness sitting on the shelf
I stare off into this night of misery
Will I live again to taste calm seas
Ripples of waves flow to the shore
May I touch love's kiss once more

Thanks Maxine. Maxine is a poet I collaborated with on another site. Maybe she will join here now :-)

I find it hard to write these words down
My world is empty now your not around
I only wish to continue with my life
But it’s difficult with the pain and strife
This house is a cold and lonely place
All your past memories I constantly retrace
I turn and look at your empty armchair
My world is broken now your no longer their
In the good times we would talk and confide
But now your gone my heart has finally died

David Swinden © 9/3/2017

Her room is now empty, no longer here
The mother I love and hold so dear
She has moved out, into private care home
In this big empty house I now live alone
In her vacant bedroom there is a Jewelry box
On the table are her old winter socks
I open the box and take a peek inside
Trinkets and bracelets fill me with pride
Inside the box I find letters from her past
From dad saying our love will always last
Written in the 1940s he spent many years at sea
He fought for his country in the Merchant navy
So personal she kept them all these years
Her whole life in this box brings me near to tears
Her memories may be gone in Dementia she is lost      
I will forever treasure her life in this Jewelry box

David Swinden © 13/2/2017
I love you Mum forever

Tomorrow from home it will be our last goodbye
Already I can feel the tears swell in my eyes
It will be a  difficult  day but its one I have to face
Memories of many good times that I will retrace

Your Memories are vague now day is night and night is day
As time has passed dementia has made you this way
It pains me but the doctor has left me with no choice
I will cradle all your past times and hear your voice

One last night and It already feels like you know
Although not everyone else seems to think so
The care home looms like a big dark cloud
The emotions inside, I want to scream out loud

When tomorrow arrives it will be your final abode
A one last I love you one last loving hug and hold
After six years of loyalty to the Mum I have loved and cared
Rebuild my life, wipe away the tears, on good times we shared

David Swinden © 7/2/2017

Poetry pen name Emotional Man

Forgive me some days are better than others
I have a problem with less supportive brothers
They do very little and live in there own bubble
Can never be found with the first sign of trouble
Only complaining about monthly financial figures
Interested only in mothers passing, what will it deliver?
Truly pathetic as this is supposed to be about family
Yet others look in and see how dreadful they can be

David Swinden © 11/12/2016