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alzheimers, destiny, disease, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, love, memory, old maps, reason, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering
twisted rope of reds and grey
years defy
the strength of time
lovers lie in sunset hues
a cedar bed
beneath the pines
crickets fiddle
songs I know
shadows rush this empty place
thirteen moons
ten thousand lives ~
wrapped in linen
mortal lace
heard your name
just yesterday
someone whispered ~
lest I hear
more than grace
my will to know
what of love can disappear
eyes remember stories told
hands to reach
are folded still
brittle rain of destinies ~
scarlet leaves
the truth conceal
but somewhere close
they split the night ~
as storm clouds chase the edge of day
twilight leans into the soul
another stone
to roll away
Author’s Note: Alzheimers is a thief without
conscience, robbing its victims of a future warmed
by memory.
tornadoday 
powerful poem about Alzheimer’s, “eyes remember stories told
hands to reach
are folded still
brittle rain of destinies ~” very touching, Love Linda
Thank you, Linda. Originally, my thought for a title was ‘Take My Name’. Take it all, but don’t take my memories. ~ Love you, Bobbie
I am with Linda, i have had some relatives who had this disease, though gone, they are still alive in my heart and dreams! Wonderful post Bobbie!
Thank you, Wendell. And yes, that is exactly where they should live ~ in you and through you. Much love, Bobbie
A perfect exploration of “where there’s life, there’s hope”
True, Seb. I’m so glad you saw through the sorrow to the underlying theme of love and hope. Always, there is light. Thank you. ~ My love, Bobbie
Beautiful words about a really tough subject. I think most of us have had some experience with it. The only really good thing that I found is that with the sickness, old fueds and quarrels are forgotten and good relationships can be had in the “now”. You really did a nice job on this one, Bobbie.
xo
Paul
Oh yes, Paul. You are so right. I had not thought of that, but how lovely a silver lining to something so hard. My mother-in-law suffered with this before she passed two years ago. There were things she forgot, but I was lucky that she always knew me. But I was often tickled (still am) when I would phone her and ask what she had for breakfast. Since she was aware of her situation but couldn’t recall what she had, she would go through the list by insisting she had eggs, bacon, oatmeal, pancakes, biskits, sausage, grits, french toast, fried chicken, and tomatoes. 🙂 Love always provides us grace. Thank you. ~ Always, Bobbie
How beautiful. Even the faintest light, twilight, still touches the soul. Love, Dee
I agree, Dee. Somewhere (always) there exists the memory of a name, and evidence of love. I mentioned that my mother-in-law always knew me. Conversely, most everyone else, she didn’t. I’m convinced that it wasn’t a presence she recognized but love. Nothing else had much importance. Thank you, Dee. ~ Much love, Bobbie
beautiful poem, thank you for sharing…:)
oh……thank you………Thank you so much. I’m so glad you like it. ~ Love, Bobbie