Treasures In the Sands




As far back as she remembered,

Every Sunday night they came,

She'd sometimes wait at the window,

In fair weather or in rain,

They'd do the same thing every week,

Sometimes one scoop, others two,

Grandpa would get some water ice,

And Grandma would get that too,

From three years old til seventeen,

It always made her smile,

Those Sunday nights so special,

Made hard times growing up worthwhile,

When she was seventeen years old,

Dear Grandma passed away,

In her and Grandpa's heart they knew,

Her memory forever would stay,

She received her sixteenth birthday card,

And in it was a note, that sweetly read,

"My dear these years, so treasured,

Are ones I'll hold close for the rest of my life,

But Grandpa, saw the doctor today,

And what he told me I must now say,

I was told I have Alzheimer's Disease,

And so I beg you, my love, oh please, please, please,

Always know if I were to forget your face,

The times walked together will keep up our pace,

The days and weeks and months and years,

Will last forever through our fears,

So always remember and cherish those days,

If I were to seem as though lost in a haze,

See through the pain and changes in store,

And please know that I'll love you forever and more."



8:44 AM 7/21/2013 ©



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Alzheimer's Disease.

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9inety's picture

this poem

brought a tear to my eyes...

you are a remarkable poet





"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

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Wow. Thanks Dylan. Coming

Wow. Thanks Dylan. Coming from you, means a lot to me. I admire so much of your work. I like when you write those lines that are really vague...I wish I could do that.


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


9inety's picture

you are very welcome

indeed, and thank you for all of your admiration. I means so much to me too



"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot