Remembering Friends Who Feared Old Age and Dementia More than Death - by
No one
Looks forward to being old and alone,
The carer with a spoon,
Visitor gone
dementia
Forgetfulness - by
I roam the racks
without a guide
searching for scenes
I’ve lost.
Absent-mindedness - by
I am forgetting quite a lot these days.
/ My task-list is gap-toothed; it should run on
/ Like sequenced lights in a…
A Message - by
One of the best of minds
/ destroyed by dementia
/
/ does not howl on her knees
/ in the street, does not masturbate
/
/ in the magnolia…
Alzheimer’s - by
Chairs move by themselves, and books.
/ Grandchildren visit, stand
/ new and nameless, their faces’ puzzles
/ missing pieces. She’s like a fish
/
/ in deep ocean,…
Mum - by
We sat together in silence.
/ The lost look in your eyes.
/ Once they were like eternal stars.
/
/ You were full of joy and…