When Meta becomes …Barbara
You’re obviously …traveling
Another time … not …now
It’s disheartening …and HOW!
Today you called ME …Barbara
A moment’s …hesitation
I had a crooked smile
Where’s your destination!
Time will come …someday
We’ll all be gone away
So I’m taking note
Crying …Alzheimer’s AWAY!
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ January 2, 2013
Mother had a sister named Barbara. Perhaps she’s thinking of her when my sister Meta becomes Barbara in conversation. Now me! Oh dear …that’s Alzheimer’s!
I see you physically here, but you’re not, you’re there
You think in the past, and so you are
Even though you talk to me and converse
You end up there, always there.
We walk among others who see you here
They do not know when you talk, you are there
They sometimes make no sense of your talk
But I know where you are, so we talk and we walk.
But I can only go with you so far
Your memories are all such a jumble
I can’t seem to keep you long in the now
To deny where you are would cause such a rumble.
Onward you go on this journey in time
Less often mindful of here and now
For when you travel so far away
My heart wants to go, but my mind begs to stay.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 2012