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Tomorrow?
She stands at the door of their bedroom.
Another day has ended.
She is so weary!
It seems like years ago that this nightmare had its beginning.
He remembered her name today.
Just for a second, he looked into her eyes and there was recognition.
Her heart begged for him to stay for just a little while!
"Sam, do you know who I am? What is my name?"
He again slipped away to his world. A world, that she is not allowed to be a part of.
A world, that is sometimes so frightening that in desperation he lashes out.
A world, that sometimes seems so far away and peaceful that she almost yearns to join him there.
To forget. Oh, to forget, just for a little while!
She says goodnight and leaves him to the night.
In the stillness of his dreams does he regain his soul?
Mercifully, in his sleep, does he remember his children?
Does he remember the first time he held his grandchild?
What about their years together?
Can he know what it means to love?
She remembers! Through all the heartbreak of this disease, through all the sleepless nights,
waiting ~ listening for a sound that he is up, and once again roaming the house,
~She Remembers~
She remembers the gentlenss of his touch and the goodness of his heart.
She remembers the evening talks as day came to a close.
She remembers the beating of his heart as he wrapped her in his arms and whispered I love you.
She remembers him cursing her.
She remembers him looking at their daughter and asking "Who Are You?"
She remembers showing him a toothbrush and watching him try to comb his hair with it.
Tomorrow, the day will start as all the other days that has now become her existance.
Will he awaken as her husband,
or her child?
For now,
~there is peace.~
The house is quiet and she is left to memories of happier days. Little flashes of memories that once again draws him dear to her heart.
Across the room sits his chair.
HIS chair! The one thing in his life, that besides herself, he claimed as his alone. She almost feels sorry for this enadimate object. Like herself, it awaits the man that watched football and read the paper.
It awaits the man that opened his arms and said "Come to grandpa."
It awaits the man that will never again come.
"I have to find momma! Where am I? Why won't you let me go home? Leave me alone you Son Of A Bitch! What do you mean you are my wife?! I don't know you! I want to go home! HELP!!!! She is trying to kill me again! Where's my dog? Here Butch. What have you done with my dog? Momma, momma, I want my momma!"
He is awake. the nightmare has once again began.
Alone, she tries to make him understand.
Alone, she once again leads him to their bed.
Alone, she cries for the life that was once theirs.
Which life is the one that is really lost?
Pray for her my friends.
Is this about your dad again?
Wow, the vivid details!
The vivid thoughts!
How you captured it all.
A very understanding woman this is.
Oh how sad! She lives in her memories because that's all she has left. I've always felt that family and loved ones suffer the most when this dreadful disease strikes. Your poem perfectly defines my belief. A great job you've done on this Lesa! So powerful, emotive, and so very well-expressed.
There will always be tomorrow, but what will tomorrow bring? Thanks Lesa, for sharing these intense thoughts~!
Tricia
Lesa
Thank you for sharing this poem. I enjoyed it very much. Those who stand beside their partners during times as you speak of are really are really showing unconditional love. Although at times it may be frustrating, when all is said and done, they will be rewarded for their deeds when their time comes, be it here or up in heaven.
Lesa, You penned this with an eloquence and understanding that can only come from someone who has been all too close to the situation. In my opinion, this is one of your best works....so starkly real!
With all that is happening in the
world today, sadly, I do share
the reality of the heartlessness
and unloving behaviour within
our families, symbolized in this
poem by the shattered marital
oneness between "him" and "her".
What a thought provoking and
heart wrenching "Tomorrow"
in todays's world. A highly
relevant, piece, Lesa!!
Ugonna
A very sad tale indeed...and so realistic of people around us, Lesa.
Thanxs for penning it down into such powerful poetry...
I have a poem of this nature too - Loving A Stranger.
If u like, i can mail you this work, before it is to be posted in the following weeks. Sorta like a preview.
Smilesz.
Do reply ~
Lesa... so sad but true in so many cases! This piece clearly shows the epitome of the double edged sword of sickness of the mind... My grandmother was much like this in her final days of life in the nursing home. She didn't know anybody and was frightened by everyone who entered her room... I remember asking god why he would let someone who had been so true to him get like that before he took them to be with him... I still don't have an answer but now at least i have the faith to trust that he knows what he is doing... So good to see you back writing again! I have missed you.
Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~
Hi Lesa,
Good job. It sounds like maybe we are the ones that are truly lost. The poem tells of the tragedy that is Alzheimer's. At times I wonder what it would be like to have the disease and I think it must be horrible to be that way. Then on the other hand, it is truly an escape of sorts if even for a fleeting moment. So who's really worse off? Food for thought. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
in light and Spirit,
Bob