Memories hidden in the back of my mind
(A poem about dementia & Alzheimer’s disease)
 
I’m sitting looking out the window thinking of days gone by
 
The times I looked up at the rainbow as it spanned across the sky
 
The family were young and full of life they played and worked till dawn
 
Enjoying the sun all day long until it was faded and gone
 
I would bake and sew and knit and cook re-using old clothes that were worn
 
I’ve loved my kids every day from the first day they were born
 
There was a flurry of activity around my home when the kids came home from school
 
Drinking milk with cookies and lots of snacks they would eat till they were full
 
They’re all grown up now playing with friends finding their way through life
 
One day the boys will meet a girl and take her as his wife
 
The girls they’re playing with their dolls along with their girly toys
 
Dressing themselves and brushing their hair with the hope to meet some boys
 
Life goes on and they’re married now they have a life of their own
 
It’s funny how they don’t look back to see that I’m all alone
 
The cookies the muffins the baking I did and the meals that we all shared
 
I’m getting older time’s slipping away I thought they would have cared
 
All these things are thoughts I have of the memories I could find
 
They were lurking in the back of my head before I lost my mind
 
I’m in a home now that’s for seniors you know, when you can’t remember when
 
My memory is fading really fast as I write this with my pen
 
My kids they thought it best for me to send me to this place
 
So they could live their life in peace not having to see my face
 
You see, no one knows these thoughts that I have they think that I’ve gone insane
 
They just don’t see my inner hurts they just don’t see my pain
 
As I’m staring at the walls for now people going to and fro’
 
No one comes to see me anymore it’s nearly time for me to go
 
Oh! Yes, the muffins the baking the meals we all shared those memories I make them last
 
The times we cuddled and loved each other are just things of the past
 
The children finally get the call to let them know I’ve gone
 
 To my final home up in the sky at last I’m not alone.
 
Written by Chris Turner
 
October 16th, 2012
 
 
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