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age, Alzheimers, creative, death, dementia, loss, Love, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Trapped, verse, writing
Did you miss me
When my smile died
And my mouth would not move?
When the light that burned for you
Flickered low and, starved of fuel,
Fell silent still behind
Dead eyes?
Did you miss me
When you held my hand
And felt the skin replaced by ice?
When you looked beyond the veil
To gather moments to bring me back
To capture all that you
Had lost?
Did you miss me
As trapped behind the glass
My cries fell like snowflakes?
Did you miss me then
As much as I missed
Myself?
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021
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Just perfect. Loved the repetition and that ending…
Thank you, I had hoped that the use of repetition would bring home the point. Glad you thought it did.
It’s a mighty device, and you rose to the challenge, as ever.
Thank you ☺
Wow, Chris. This is quite lovely… even in its harsh sadness. But the reality, the questioning, the realization of it… perfect. What a gift.
I am delighted that you enjoyed this, Tara, and your comments are a lovely reward: I wanted to invoke those very feelings of a harsh, melancholic realisation of an ending, if you like. Thanks!
and that is exactly what you created.
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Loved the ending especially Chris!
Thanks Bruce – I’m delighted to hear so.
The repetition brings an insistence to the piece. This is how the Alzeimers brain seems to work as it ‘gets stuck’ in that inaccessible place where only they can go. Your poem captures what the frightened sufferer and their loved ones might experience. Beautifully and disturbingly penned. I can only wonder if you have personal experience.
No, but certainly I don’t think that I could imagine anything more terrifying. I am glad, however, that you got this.
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