Poem -

DEMENTIA DAYS

I am a face
Lingered on...
​​​​​A stray moment...
A rogue spark...
Extinguished
As the shutters fall
Forgotten
Just there...

Never there...
Gone.

I am a name
Known...unknown...
Ripped away in tired thoughts
Elusive
Evaporated
Tip of tongue
Tongue tip
Just there...
Never there...
Gone.

I am a memory
Remembered...
Lost...
A time displaced...
Snatched away in tumbling dreams
Falling away...
Melting away...
Never there...
Gone.

And you..
Stand before me
In too big pyjamas
Faded
And broken
Dad
​​​​​​Never here...
Always here...
Always gone...
And I miss you.
Marion Price (2019)

 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Hi Marion.  We all have our  moment here and a life with a history, and then gone....hopefully leaving enough impact for others to remember and keep alive....It is so hard to lose someone we love, and we cling to what memories we have of them to desperately try to keep them alive in some way.  Life is fragile, unpredictable, and temporary.  If this is about your father, I am sorry for your loss.  I hope you have wonderful memories of him.  Great write.  xo ;)  

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Marion Price

Lol..no Cherie, my dad went years ago but not to dementia. I work with dementia which inspired this piece. Thanks so much for reading and commenting 🌹🌹

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

Oh, okay. I am glad your dad did not die of dementia.  My mother has Alzheimer's disease..in the early diagnosis right now...but it scares me of her future.  I love her so much.  I respect you so much for the work you do with people with dementia .....That has to be so difficult.  Bless you. xo  

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RRG (Rebecca)

This tugs at the heart Marion. I see you work with Dementia patients, as did I for a long time. It is difficult work. Bless you for doing it. 
Rebecca

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Marion Price

Yes Rebecca, difficult, demanding, exhausting and also rewarding. It is also very scary!! Thankyou for reading and commenting 🌹🌹

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Nigel Cresswell

Marion this reminds me of my friends father who I always regarded as a friend. Seeing him disintegrate was really hard but my friend, his daughter, is writing a book about caring for him in the last couple of years. This is an abridged story ;
He lived in "sheltered accommodation" which means that he had press the big red button on the wall. It used to mean that the live in warden would come to his flat and check on him. With austerity cuts the alerts go straight to the ambulance service. After many many visits they realised that when BBC sports said press the red button.... 

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Marion Price

Lol...you have to have a sense of humour I think...bless him...thanks for reading and commenting Nigel 🌹🌹

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GREG TUCKER

I really enjoyed this.  I was inspired as my parents are in their 80's 

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Marion Price

Thanks for reading Greg...hopefully your parents will escape...it's a terrible worry 🌷🌷

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Larry Ran

My Dear Marion,

Well done.  A very powerful poem dealing with the dreaded Dementia.

The mind controls us
Sometimes, it forgets it's name
Then we are no more

Love,
Larry xxx

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Marion Price

Hi Larry.... you have managed to convey it so much more powerfully in just 3 lines. Yes, dreaded and so common now as to be considered just part of ageing, in UK anyway...very sad and scary!!! Thankyou as ever, for taking the time 🌹🌹

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