he's such a sweet such a sweet old man he's a treat even though his feet smell like dead meat an old ham
such a sweet old man still ain't taking no **** wooden nickels! his hands and creases smell like really dill pickles...
or pickle juice, as he says, because pickles make their own juice i swear he thinks cucumbers are made from pickles i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting
a place where you don't have to buy pickles to get good pickle juice
such a sweet old man 10 dead animals living with him, if you include his wife, and the 3 dead rats in the traps the other dead animals didn't matter anyhow... they were all HER pets, just as he once was her pet
he's also going to die soon and not matter
it doesn't bother the sweet old man one bit though what bothers him is losing his pickle juicer when his wife died he was sure he put it the root cellar... on the 17th floor of the hospital he lives in now
i haven't the heart to tell him and ruin his heaven waiting such a sweet old man deserves heaven the magnitude of the real pickle juice alone, that was better than pickle juice from the old days
when pickles were pure and pickle juice didn't have vinegar!
made that sweet old man's eyes light up and his heart flutter he giggled, then he died so gently
such a sweet old man dying gently
such a sweet old man never did take no **** wooden nickels! old ham life never hurt him and death gently tickles
Furrow face, deep ruts savage cuts that only time and years can plough fertile grain once waving yellow in your fields does not remain chaff blown brittle on the winter wind will settle now and then on barren land sadly turned to sand
The older man seemed confused. I slowed, turned in my drive. I was just returning from the airport. He fell on the road too, And got a nasty **** to his left knee. Later, I learned he had onset of the dreaded D. This morning, I flew a plane, Then slipped right back into humanity From the mirth of azure skies.
Tip of the cap to McGee's "High Flight." Wonderful poem.
I think my writing is becoming more like texting. :0
Every night, I lie in bed and think of her, her lost eyes
My heart cries as I see her sitting alone Staring vacantly out the window at the bird feeder The bitter truth is The things she forgets are the banal moments Her days have become groundhog, so is it so bad to not realise that she is in that cycle? The things that matter she still remembers The time when she was 8 and had laughter with passing soldiers
Playing pranks on those same soldiers with the cheeky grin that’s never left her When she nearly ended up in Canada to stay safe Sharing sweets with the best friend she loved and lost
She remembers mum when she was just a foot tall She remembers me when I could only utter the odd word She remembers my brother when he had the cheekiest grin, and the brightest laugh She may even remember better than we all do Its funny how that works Laughter is the best medicine she tells me This is something I now believe wholeheartedly As every time I see her I see it in action She makes me laugh She helps me understand life She respects me She builds me up
Strength, endless strength Smile, the smile it never leaves her Leaving her breaks me, But seeing her break, hurts me. Reality, she isn’t broken Just stuck on the rewind button She’s still here She’s still with me She’s one of the lucky ones I’m one of the lucky ones We’re one of the lucky ones
People ask how is she doing? I simply answer she is in a battle against groundhog day, And get this she is winning.
When the one you love is losing the way, forgetting everything that was. Seeing everything in another way. Doesn’t know anymore who you are. Stranger all the way. Want to scream mother this is me!! She looks at you but doesn’t see!! Hurts to the bone Whole world is falling apart Losing someone while they’re still here gives So much pain in the heart.
~When memories are lost everything is lost~
Many are confronted with a love one with dementia! Very hard thing to deal with.
When we grow old Sweet Love of mine Will you still remember The time that we were young And you did surrender
When nothing was too much for you To keep me satisfied To hold my hand all through the night Till morning light arrive
Will you remember how you held me tight So I would dream so sweet A love that felt so deep inside My love promise me.....
When time is there and we must part When angels make their call to follow them back into the light Promise me my love Promise me you’ll wait till angels come for me So that I too can surrender now My sweetest love of all. Will you remember me?
It’s a vey painful and sad experience when you lose ;someone you love little by little.