Being in a pastoral care environment, dementia is one of the major issues we see. It has also touched my life personally, and inspired the following poem.
IT’S CALLED ALZHEIMER’S
My love, where did you go?
How many times were you warned
that you would make yourself sick with worry?
And you did.
Not that worry robbed you of memory,
but it left little room for enjoying your life
before it was claimed by dementia.
I look at the shell that is left of you and my heart hurts.
Your eyes are still sky blue,
but the twinkle is gone…replaced by a vacant stare.
When a hint of recognition breaks through,
my heart soars, only to plummet
as the flash of memory disappears once again
into the distance of the disease.
It’s called Alzheimer’s.
It has robbed you of your life, and me of my life partner.
©2006
To all whose partners have succumbed to this disease, and to those who are caring for loved ones while watching them disappear little by little, my heart and prayers go out to you.
“Sick with worry…leaving little room to enjoy life”…a powerful thought related to Alzheimer’s. Well said. You have my attention.
Thank you, Butch.