Updated: Dec 15, 2020
Foreword: I have previously written pieces on Dementia. It is an illness I am far too familiar with from a personal perspective. My own mother Christine passed away from the disease in 2001. She was in her mid 50's. From diagnosis to her passing was a heart breaking 6 years. Now in the year 2020, the memories, experiences, and the affect it had on myself, my father and my brother are still quite profound. I think this piece comes from a place of my own uncertainty and how what we hold so dear and take for granted can be snatched away so easily from us.
The words they fall away from her mind
Tumble and crash
Too shattered to find..
Trodden and kicked across the floor
Stepped on with fear
As she bolts for the door..
The crack and the crunch as her weight bears down
Like broken glass under foot
Rekindles her frown..
The sound so familiar now only brings fear
Reminiscing memories glazed
Replaced with her tears..
Looks at the faces she once knew so well
Familiarity deserted her
In own personal hell..
Now only sits, forgotten how to walk
The fit was the sucker punch
Forgotten how to talk..
Robbed from her mind the ability to be
The one God intended
For her to always be..
Her face still familiar to those all around
Her eyes showed her soul
But it could not be found..
Robbed from her on the day the cells died
Helpless to help her
With us left to cry..
To mourn the should have been
Of times we'll never know
You were, you are, still our Christine.