- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Last Room on The Right
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Click hereMy feet are dragging
but I must keep my appointment
Every Sunday
I am the only visitor
A mere reminder of
the world he once knew
Through clouded memories
we speak
Mostly of the distant past
as the present is a mere blur
Sometimes there is lucidity
a correct name, a recall intact
More often confusion reigns
and my smiles make everything all right again
You see, he is my father
but he often doesn't know
Until Alzheimer's knocked on the door
we were the best of friends
Now we are uncomfortable allies
as near as an arm's length
yet as far as a distant sun
Joined by a cruel disease that steals the soul
I try my best
Even though the jokes have no punch lines
and the stories go round and round
without beginning or end
The hour passes quickly
and I have a hundred fears as we part
Will he know my name as we hug?
Will God cure him in Heaven?
But everything pales
to the agony of watching
one tear
fall
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoThe future too cloudy and vague ~ perhaps a mercy, though heartbreaking for them to revisit the past ~ returning to those young vital days...happier days.
dcpoet44almost 19 years agobut not in family members but others i knew around me. for example. when i was younger, we had a mail route carrier. all them years handling mail....he'd go for walks and get lost. it's a terrible thing. the poem is a very fine piece. that ending has stuck in my eyes........don
impressiveover 19 years ago... will ring true for so, so many. Hang in there, sack! All are whole in their heavens. ~Imp
Anonymousover 19 years agoWhat an awful disease it is. It steals the memories and very soul of a person and leaves their loved ones grieving over the still-living. You conveyed both the confusion and image of your father and your own sadness so well. Thank you.
steve porterover 19 years agoi can joke because it killed my mom...we allz been heimmered at one time or another. keep searching and thanks.
Syndra Lynnover 19 years agoWell written. I can feel the raw wound. I can't help thinking that you will edit this once you have some distance (months or years) and make it a masterpiece. Thanks
annaswirlsover 19 years agocontent of this poem is heartbreaking, you told the story well--I can only imagine.
have you tried singing with him? I heard of a story of a woman with (god I cant spell it) who could not speak, but could sing all of her favorite songs by heart.
no one can steal your soul. it is still there and always WILL be there. you just have to keep holding it in your mind.
best wishes sack
