Love, Life and Death in a Teacup

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by Sarah Priest


  To the many I have met.

  For all the unspoken words

  That keep me awake at night

  And wish that I had said.

  For all the seeds I have planted

  Watered, nurtured, watched them grow

  Watched them wither and some I have eaten.

  For all the films I have seen

  Too many to mention

  And for all those still to come

  I wait in anticipation.

  For all the poems I have read

  That touch my heart

  The sadness, the joy

  The human part of life.

  For all the days that are gone

  And for all the days yet to come

  I wish I could have understood

  The world my mother lived in.

  Forever Lost

  I wish for life

  In a vacant face

  Does she know me

  Deep down inside

  Or am I erased

  From her mind

  Like I was never born?

  A one-sided story

  More fiction than fact

  I cannot reminisce

  Laugh at the good old days

  Watching her daily

  Wanting to escape

  To a world only she knows.

  I wish I could take her there

  To see a familiar face

  A familiar place

  And watch her smile

  To imagine where she is

  Fills me with dread

  There’s no escape

  Forever lost

  In the maze of her mind.

  I’ve Lost My Mum to Dementia

  I’ve lost my mum to Dementia

  Three years and counting

  Living with her constantly

  Watching her struggle.

  I miss her treacle puddings

  Apple pies and sponges

  I miss our chats

  Her over-anxious mind.

  I miss the family gatherings

  When we had Uncle Leon for tea

  We’d sit in the garden

  Till the sun had gone behind the trees.

  I miss her artistic flair

  The cakes and flowers she made

  I miss all the Christmas fayre

  And the table nicely laid.

  I miss her more than ever

  As the weeks roll into one

  She has no life, she’s lost her mind

  I cry inside at night.

  Knowing she has gone

  Knowing she will never come back

  What a horrible and cruel way

  To live the last years of one’s life.

 

 

 


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