Fragile thoughts … lost in sound
Wordless expressions … surround
Desperate … to communicate
Frustration … found a mate
Stutters … stammers … vent
Feelings rise … came ‘n went
Lost … Alzheimer’s … snare
Bits ‘n pieces … sigh … despair.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ May 11, 2015
Silence … waiting in your head
Sadness … no words said
Soiled … clothes to change
Smudges … on cheek and brow
Stone … cold food … untouched
Spiders … on the window sill
Solitude … everywhere
Soon … time to walk away
So … try … another … day.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ February 24, 2014
Alzheimer’s purple …take me away … a land …no confusion
No souls … sulking around …looking for nothing …wearing a frown
No delusions …running the day …no disturbance …havoc …dismay
No one lost …who can’t be found …no tangles ‘n webs … to confound
Purple toes … purple hair …purple bags …purple wear
Purple pens …purple ribbons …goodness maybe purple gibbons!
Eradication … someday …NO MORE ALZHEIMER’S
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 10, 2013
Talking to self in whispers
Heaven knows what you say
I say …you talking to me?
NAY …you say … in dismay!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ February 20, 2013
When donning a blouse
It’s backwards…I’d say
You meant it…that way
Or so you would say…in dismay.
Should I not tell you
That it’s turned inside out
Hold my tongue and just
Sigh…but you’d learn, out and about!
Then you’d be angry
Or maybe not
For it seems you would blame
Me…for that is my lot.
So, I took a chance
I told you..out loud
And..as sure as I’m breathing
You said…your majesty!..and bowed!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ November 12, 2012
Back to square one
Hard to watch
You go that way.
You question things
I do and say
Again and again
…to my dismay.
I find I’m calloused
To some degree
To save my mind
Further and further
Down Alzheimer’s path
You meander each day
With your burdens…your wrath.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ November 13, 2012
So many songs in your head
I should hear them too
That I do ….not.
How to handle this each day
Seems to bother me
But, why should it, I say
To myself…in dismay.
Someday, I will miss
When you say…hear that Sis?
I’d want to say…YES I DO!
Because then…I’d miss you.
So I smile…wait it through
It’s really what I want to do
And make a memory, or two
Just Because…I love you!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ November 7, 2012
Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar
All for Alzheimer’s stand up and holler
I don’t hear anyone shout…louder
Sorry…not really…you lost!
But those who have this dreadful disease
Really do lose, don’t they
Every single day, a bit of you is taken away
More confusion, to my dismay.
So, go away Alzheimer’s, get gone
Go to nothingness where you belong
Leave all the lost memories behind
Leave the trail of life to find.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ October 22, 2012
I see the children, so you say
I cannot see them, to your dismay
They are crying or running away
Some crouch in the corner to hide the whole day.
They’re everywhere you seem to be
Yet never do they come to me
They seem to come when you are sad
Comforters, but they don’t make you glad.
The doctor says to take a pill
That will help since you are ill
I hope it sends the kids away
But so far they stay the day.
This journey you’re on, tires me too
I keep hoping you have less days being blue
On and on, no mercy it shows
Where it stops, only heaven knows.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 2012
Seems whatever you touch is broke, what is the matter these days
Everything needs fixed or replaced, could it be your hard-handed ways?
Shoving it to the left or right, is not the thing to do
The faucet is not working today, it’s just now working for you.
The toilet will stop and overflow, if you use all that tissue, its true
No matter how many times you flush, it still comes back up to you.
Trash goes in the container, and clearly labeled too
Any other place found, simply will not do.
Pushing, shoving, pulling, it doesn’t work that way
You are unable to open a door, you walk away in dismay.
Not knowing why things don’t work, or why they won’t for you
Is perplexing to say the least, and keeps you sad and blue.
Copyright / Sheila Grimes / October 6, 2012