Dementia


I see her sitting in her chair
The wheels are locked in place
My gaze is met by hollow eyes
No expression on her face

It’s clear she does not know me
Nor does she recognize
The life that swirls around her
She cannot visualize

In her lap there rests a doll
Cupped within her arm
With the instincts of a mother
She shelters it from harm

I wonder what still lies within
What thoughts run through her head
When her whole life consists of 
A wheelchair and a bed

How much of life does she retain
What treasures does she hide
How much does she really know
That she keeps locked inside

Does in her heart a love still glow
Do cherished memories play
Or like her withered body
Have they too gone away

I wish that I could reach her
And visit for a while
But I can offer nothing
But compassion and a smile

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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7 Responses to Dementia

  1. splitspeak says:

    Imprints on a soul have their own awareness

  2. snoogiefisk says:

    Someone posted yesterday about how they believed you should do all you can medically to keep a Dementia/Alzheimer’s patient alive. Having had lots of this in my family I have to disagree. Dementia is so frustrating for the patient. If there is a way for them to have sweet relief why not let them go in peace? I dread the day it comes to my Mother and I. It is inevitable in my family.

  3. bgbowers says:

    I have some experience with Dementia/Alzheimer’s, and it is terribly sad.

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