for Len
when the forgetting begins let me mumble my mumblings
when the wandering ensues lock me in our room and
love me
when my vitriolic dementia breeds quiet somber reflection
hold me
encompass me in your age spotted arms
lift me with the spirit of who we used to be
let me ride you like a stallion
when our fallow fields fade
before everything we ever were
gets covered in the grave
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This is my first post at Poetry Jam, where the prompt for today is forgetting.
11 comments:
Wow, wow, wow, Brenda!
You've written so strongly about EVERYONE'S fear!
A very touching piece!
nice...when my time comes i want to go out making memories to replace the ones i have lost...this is a provocative piece...i like it much...
oh, wow, i am overcome reading this.
whoosh.
How beautiful ~ and we don't want to ever forget ~ to retain as much as we can ~ to ride those 'stallions' again ~ adored it Brenda ~ Lib @Libithina
Wow! Brenda, full of raw emotion. Nice!
Pamela
I keep coming across the theme of dementia in my life: I hope it's not a portent :)
Strong and frightening poem, Brenda.
mm powerful, and where we are journeying to, life is a strange business
You do pack a punch, Brenda!
Quite simply ... I love this.
Yes a great piece. Deserves to sit right along side "Do not go gentle into that dark night."
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