By Coral
The creation of this poem reads like a chemistry equation:
Depressed J/Cer + Grandmother with Alzheimer's + Visit to a Nursing Home ----> This Poem
If you think you know what it's all about, feel free to tell me, I'd love to be let in on the secret!
I sit
Alone, deserted, ignored amidst the others.
I sit
Without friends, only memories greet me.
I sit
In the corner, unsure what to do.
I sit
With visions dancing in my head.
Dancing
Like ghosts that visit at night.
Dancing
Like feathers blown from sight.
A touch
A thought
Not mine
But theirs.
A smile
They shared once, love in abundance,
A touch
They shared once, love and assurance,
A life
They shared once, love overflowing
Like wine
Wine from a broken glass
Shattered and in pieces and fragmenting my memories.
Their kisses, their love, them, not me.
Their smiles, their happiness, them, not me.
Their tears, their sorrow, them, not me.
I remember only them.
I don't remember me.
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