Lost

Tears roll down her sunken cheeks

Sorrow falls from all she seeks

Memories

Where have they gone?

 

Silent weeping, full of dread

Photos stand beside her bed

Treasures

No longer mean a thing.

 

Recollections of a lifetime friend

She cannot comprehend

Inquires

What was her name again?

 

Misplaced images, shapeless faces

Times past gone, she embraces

Snapshots

Within a puzzled mind—

 

Unsure of the man beside her lies

Sleep won’t come to heavy eyes

Confused

Why can’t she remember?

 

Dark hours bring loss and sadness

Barely surviving utter madness

Loneliness

Tortures a baffled mind.

 

Laughter echoes through the day

Someone brought a big bouquet

Mystified

Who was that nice young man?

 

Foreign words, vague identities

Now she speaks obscenities

Misunderstood

Unable to say things clear—

 

Caring physicians calm her protests

Guide her through painless tests

Frustration

Why can’t she tell the time?

 

Rejecting yet another embrace

To just become another face

Heartache

Mirrored in her children’s eyes.

 

© Chrissy Siggee

 

This poem is dedicated to those who suffer from dementia
and for family members who find themselves forgotten.

19 thoughts on “Lost

  1. This is so sad! I’m very forgetful and always tell my husband I’m so afraid I will one day have alzhimers. My biggest fear is not recognizing my children. My heart goes out to the families that go through this.

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