Lost

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 to those that have been 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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