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you showed me love
you taught me the beauty of forgiveness
you taught me to laugh
but your eyes don't smile at me anymore
they're enveloped in a suffocating fog
this emptiness weighs
I can't find words
That can cover the silence you left
Dad
Your eyes don't see me
I talk to you and you don't hear me
I can't reach you
A layer of rubber covers you
I would like to tear it up
and yell at you
All my love
All the love you gave me
My pain feeds on
your unwitting words
Fragments of you lost
One tear at a time
Fragments of me torn
Thrown into your oblivion
A crumbling rock
I fight with a sword of nothing
I can't win
I can't save you
I can only love you
Miss you so much
Marie Nov 2020
Mit ihren knochigen, altersbefleckten Fingern
wühlt sie umständlich
in ihrer zerschlissenen Handtasche

und sucht
nach dem gestrigen Tag
Microfiction
Dnlbllrd Aug 2020
Memories are playing from my mind

Like dandelion that flutters with the wind

They enticingly caressing me

As they fades towards the never land

Zegen me o heer

Endless stream of time~

Slithering around inviting me

Like poignant music that never stops to rhyme

On its way to never land

Zegen me o heer

My burning soul, now turning cold

Slowly losing the flames, I once hold

Forgive me for I can no longer cope up

For even in the smallest thing, I blowup

Het spijt me

Strangers around me starts increasing

While gradually losing love ones

As I'm aging

Please stay for soon I'll be leaving

-dnlbllrd
Was inspired by The Caretaker- Everywhere at the end of time

Please be patient with them, understand as much as possible for they're only lost and they need your love and care :)
SA Szumloz Apr 2020
Pink lipstick and blonde curls defined your aged beauty
Your soft, white sweaters rubbed against my baby skin
As you hugged and kissed me on the front porch
You smelled like French perfume and mothballs
Which made me smile and gag at the same time
We had a food trade, you and I
You would offer me animal crackers
I would offer you crumb cake and coffee
When my parents were out of town
You would watch over me
We would make forts out of brown blankets
And play chef with my plastic kitchen set
You would pretend to like the food I made
I would be filled with satisfaction
I remember being on vacation with you
We were at Cape May
We would go to the beach and fly elaborate kites
And ride trolley bikes with the whole family
I would be in the baby seat
You would be in the back
It was a good time
A fantastic time
I just wish
It didn't have to end
With you sitting in your rocking chair
Oblivious to the world around you
Not remembering who I am
Your granddaughter

Sam.
Thoughts
Salmabanu Hatim Nov 2019
I can't remember,
I can't understand,
I don't have concept of things,
My mind is leaking.
Don't leave me,please,
Give me a kiss on the cheek,
Hold my hand.
I am sick, sad and tired,
Be patient with me,
Don't think I am giving you a hard time,
I am having a hard time.
Keep me away from crowds and noises,
I hate them.
I may not answer,
I may be abrupt,
Don't take it to heart,
Still talk to me.
Don't lecture or argue,
My mind hurts,
Instead agree.
I am a lonely soul,
Give me a hint of kindness.
14/11/2019
Help your dear ones suffering  from dementia or Alzheimer. They need you and your kindness all the way
Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
The colors of your memory, you can no longer contrast as they swirl into one another.At times they are vibrant as though you are vividly living them experiencing them,and at times they are dull as though they have faded and been acid washed.

Your past slips into the present and present slips into the past. Some days you love me;as though it was the first time you are holding me in the palms of promises. But there are days when my name never slips your tongue and I am a mere stranger to you.

The memories are no longer stored in your mind, but on gigabytes that I have to play – that has become your storage and retrieval. Your memory has become pixelated, but you can no longer remember them as though it was your own.

Some days you’re on a carousel of memories in your mind; revering and your tongue has forgotten its language. At times you speak eloquently, but at times they are stars that are unlinked and lost. You used to weave constellations but now it’s difficult to put in a thread into the needle.

Thread of your memories begins to wear and the tales woven through ancestry fray with details as the world slips away and the thread unwinds. You try revising the tales, but the thinning at ends of your recollection slowly fades.

The scent infused with ambiance sends echoes of familiar places, resulting in you having spasms of remembrance while the flutters of moth wings beat at the edge of your mind.

There are days when you become a shell of yourself, as your pupils remain fragments detached from reality. I watch you as you wind yourself back in front of my eyes. Ebbing and flowing, freezing and releasing; trying to make sense of the confusion and panic that riles in your mind.

Though you feel, your stars are growing cold and feel like an ethereal that has collapsed, your smile is still the brightest star in the furthest galaxy. It is made of combustion of crimson blue yonder and candy hues.

Though your palms are dreams wrinkled dry, and your memories are falling like baby tooth, as the color of your speech is bleached and you frantically scavenge for memories to ground and make sense - I’ll be there to hold your scattered mind with patience and love you the days you won’t remember me as your own
Bhill Mar 2019
Why oh why am I?
I am here because of you.
You and you alone...

Brian Hill - 2019#74
Inspired by Mom
My mother passed Mar 20 2019
Alzheimer is nasty and ugly
Feggyr Citack Aug 2017
-on an old person's incredible patience

How strange you are,
hugging and kissing me.
I dare not stop you,
you may turn against me.

You must be someone else,
a person I have never met;
and I'm not pleased to meet you
since the first time that we met.

I wish you let go.
Just let me be...
Just-let-me-be.

This isn't me, you know.
It's really me
that's just not me.
Alzheimer tears apart any relationship. Much of this song applies to both partners; we can't tell who suffers most.
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