Where Am I?
Words just seem to slip through my brain like sand
in an hour glass,
words that once were familiar now leave me,
I can’t remember where I put things,
or recall well known names of family and friends,
I get lost easily; nothing looks familiar to me,
I wonder what my children think
when they see me in such a state,
I nurtured and cared for them;
now they are my care givers,
This disease has corroded my brain
leaving me defenseless;
Did I do everything I wanted to do
In my lifetime?
Did I teach my children the true meaning of life?
Did I put God first?
I have unfinished work to do;
Not now! I cry; Not yet!
I plead with God; my tears are in vein;
there is so much left undone;
What about my loved ones?
Who will care for them?
Who will console and comfort them?
I’m confused; I have stopped talking,
But I still read their eyes;
I know their hearts are heavy;
What’s to be the end of this?
God knows
Janice Bumbalough Marler
February 18, 2006
poetrybyjan@nc.rr.com
Dedicated to families who have fallen victim to Alzheimer’s
By dolores39
© 2008 dolores39
(All rights reserved)
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