Almost as though you were channeling Old Hollywood. I could see her, blonde hair a rats nest. Combed back and pinned in what she believes to be an elegant chignon. Her dress a little tattered around the edges. The home she wanders once was hers or a lover’s. Memories of pain and loss and sunshine and laughter. Drawing her in. Love the poem as you can see. You called quite the picture to mind. 🙂
Thanks so much Jay-lyn ☺️💕 Actually poem was written about a lady I know who is suffering from dementia. She is in her own private world and so disconnected from those who know and love her. It is really quite sad. There are isolated moments of recognition but mostly she is all but lost. I watched her walking around with this statue of a rabbit. About 30 inches tall. It was quite endearing to see. It is hard to glimpse into our own future sometimes. It could well be us one day. It’s a sad disease. I am so happy it resonated with you in a slightly different kind of way but by all accounts similar ☺️. I hope you are doing well my friend. And T of course ❤️
Dementia is such a ruthless robber! What a heartbreaking picture you create, Christine! 💔
Thanks for joining in.
Thank you Punam ☺️💕
Poignant poem Christine
Thank you Sadje ☺️💕
You’re welcome my friend
Thank you! I so appreciate it ☺️💕
Wonderful writing!
Thank you so much ☺️💕
Nicely written ❤️
Thank you so much ☺️💕
You are most welcome
Almost as though you were channeling Old Hollywood. I could see her, blonde hair a rats nest. Combed back and pinned in what she believes to be an elegant chignon. Her dress a little tattered around the edges. The home she wanders once was hers or a lover’s. Memories of pain and loss and sunshine and laughter. Drawing her in. Love the poem as you can see. You called quite the picture to mind. 🙂
Thanks so much Jay-lyn ☺️💕 Actually poem was written about a lady I know who is suffering from dementia. She is in her own private world and so disconnected from those who know and love her. It is really quite sad. There are isolated moments of recognition but mostly she is all but lost. I watched her walking around with this statue of a rabbit. About 30 inches tall. It was quite endearing to see. It is hard to glimpse into our own future sometimes. It could well be us one day. It’s a sad disease. I am so happy it resonated with you in a slightly different kind of way but by all accounts similar ☺️. I hope you are doing well my friend. And T of course ❤️
Absolutely we are. And I had read the previous comments but it drew such a sharp picture of this in my mind. 🤗
That’s great! I think you should write about her. I would make a great story/poem ☺️💕
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This is what your poem inspired:
https://daisymae874.wordpress.com/2021/12/12/time-to-release/
Intriguing imagery 🙂
Yes, the sadness of dementia Paula 🥲💕