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Thoughts About Memory


I wrote this poem after speaking with my aunt who suffered from the dreadful disease of Alzheimer’s.

Sweet memories of my life

I pray you come back to me today

They are not any different from yesterday

but I know I will not be sure

about remembering tomorrow.

I just want to remember today;

right now without having

to slap myself in the face,

to help me see the me I forgot

the image of the me

I see so much in the photo albums

She tells me

I used to love to look at.

Help her understand;

Yesterday is gone.

Tomorrow

Well, I may not be here tomorrow.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

The Old Address Book


The old leather bound address book

sits faithfully and patiently

on the desk he would sit at for hours.

 

He does not open it anymore;

the names inside,

phantoms of the past,

long distance area codes,

of the places he loved to visit with old friends.

attached are notes with extra large paper clips

remind him to call for one reason or another

but he cannot remember if he did .

 

Mother turns the pages

as she softly sings the alphabet song.

She stops at the letter “J”

hoping the name “Jo” jogs his memory.

 

She then turns to the letter “M”

and then like magic

he calls out “mama”

and asks for the phone

because he forgot to call her today

tears quickly rush down his face

he remembered

she is gone.

 

 

 

 

The Sum of Some Things in My Life


The Sum of Some Things in My Life

If I were to sum up my life
The percentages would not add up
I mean the ultimate percentage
Is supposed to be 100%
But nothing is one hundred percent
Except paying up your taxes.

For sure, twenty percent has been
Physical and emotional pain
Back pain mostly
Giving birth – twice
The pain of loss
So many left me too soon,
Prejudice, hate, war all around
They get to us all some way or another.

Ten percent has been laughter
Life played many jokes on me (sometimes I did not laugh)
Mostly my children made me laugh the most
Quiet smiles,
Soft chuckles,
Quick giggles full of dimples

Another ten percent I allot to passion
Moments of utter ecstasy
My passion for teaching,
Poetry, Art, and social justice.
How passionately I hate hatred
And how I hate to say hate
Or that I hate anything

Twenty percent has been worry
I am the quintessential worry wart
Fear of losing my mind to Alzheimer’s
Always worried about my children, their children
And in today’s crazy world
I worry about all children

Fifty percent has been love
Love dominates my life,
To make the right choices most of the time
Love is never forgotten
Whether it’s …
The love of God (Eternal)
A lost love,
A life-long love,
A child’s love,
A parent’s love,
Or simply self-love
Love is essential, like nature
You can find it anywhere
If you look hard
It is in the stillness
It is in the soul
It is what makes
everything else worthwhile.

Love birds

What I Want to Forget


I have always feared the idea of developing Alzheimer’s. I cannot imagine not being able to recognize a loved one. I dread thinking of myself being incapable to handle a fork or knife because I have forgotten how to use them. I find this disease one of the saddest and most lonely. But sometimes there are things that I want to forget. There are things that I love to erase from my mind completely. These feeling emerge when I contaminate my brain with too many horrific headlines. The following poem is about the things I want to forget. What are some things that you want to forget or erase from collective memory?Please submit your comments.

 

What I Want to Forget

 

I want to forget the images of under nourished and abused children.

I want to forget the cruelty inflicted upon human beings in war-torn nations.

I want to forget some of the stories I heard as a child about the Holocaust.

I want to forget that so many people in this country go to bed hungry.

I want to forget how so many suffer with incurable diseases because there is no funding to find cures.

I want to forget the sounds of the respirator hooked up to my sister when she was in diabetic coma.

I want to forget about the social wars we wage every day with out end like the war on drugs and violence.

I guess I just want to forget the bad stuff. I want to forget the stuff that questions our humanity.

I suppose I am a dreamer. Or maybe I am in a dream hoping for a better world when I awake.

I do believe that we can help to erase some of these negative things if we join our efforts.

Our humanity is not a figment of our imaginations. Let’s not conform to say that we will never forget some of these atrocities.

I believe that what we can learn to say is that we will not allow any of these things to continue to happen on our watch.