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Will I Forget You?
I’m sure my grandmother could tell you
better than I can
about what love is
to take care of someone that can no longer can say thank you
to hold onto memories of kisses
that can’t be returned
to trade romantic dinners for feeding tubes
and shower sex for sponge baths
while water floods her cheeks
They never imaged together forever turning into one praying the other die peacefully in their sleep.
In a place where nurses often are mistaken for someone’s daughter
where a child gets a “who are you again?”
How many times would I hear the word Dementia, shortly asking for my mother long after she’s gone?
If had a chance to forget heart break
to tap my cane
back to 2016 in 2066 and repeat the same song that was playing in the background the first time she said,
“I love you” and not recall “I’m leaving!”
with the biggest smile on my face
and a wrinkle on my brow that’ll tell you how long I frowned before I LOST MY DAMN MIND.
IG: Nourish_Cruz
better than I can
about what love is
to take care of someone that can no longer can say thank you
to hold onto memories of kisses
that can’t be returned
to trade romantic dinners for feeding tubes
and shower sex for sponge baths
while water floods her cheeks
They never imaged together forever turning into one praying the other die peacefully in their sleep.
In a place where nurses often are mistaken for someone’s daughter
where a child gets a “who are you again?”
How many times would I hear the word Dementia, shortly asking for my mother long after she’s gone?
If had a chance to forget heart break
to tap my cane
back to 2016 in 2066 and repeat the same song that was playing in the background the first time she said,
“I love you” and not recall “I’m leaving!”
with the biggest smile on my face
and a wrinkle on my brow that’ll tell you how long I frowned before I LOST MY DAMN MIND.
IG: Nourish_Cruz
Published 27th Feb 2020
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This is such a powerful write, Nourish. Many families, including my own, have suffered because of the effects of dementia and alzheimer's disease. We lost my grandmother to it, and it was devastating to watch. I really enjoyed the point you made about going back in your mind , the tapping of the cane reminded me of Dorothy's tapping of the red slippers to get back home. I am not sure if that was the effect you had in mind, but it certainly works. And powerfully too.
To go back and relive all the good memories after so much pain is tempting.
I feel the capitalization is counterproductive to the write. Then again, those with dementia are known to yell, so maybe that was your point.
Either way, it's a very powerful write.
To go back and relive all the good memories after so much pain is tempting.
I feel the capitalization is counterproductive to the write. Then again, those with dementia are known to yell, so maybe that was your point.
Either way, it's a very powerful write.
28th Feb 2020 00:35am
Thank you. I’m glad I could make you feel something while reading. That’s the beauty of poetry isn’t it even if it’s a sad story.
I’m sorry your family had to go through that. I spoke to a neuroscientist recently and he said they are about 5 years from a great drug.
I alway think about not using capitals. I know there are some famous poets who don’t.
I’m sorry your family had to go through that. I spoke to a neuroscientist recently and he said they are about 5 years from a great drug.
I alway think about not using capitals. I know there are some famous poets who don’t.
17th Oct 2020 6:19pm
Very powerful and captivating, anyone that has experienced anything remotely close to what you've written here should feel their heart break at least somewhat. Thank you for sharing.
17th Oct 2020 7:17pm
