She doesn't know me
To her, I am a stranger
I sit beside her,
Tears in heart, but none in my eyes
She used to love us,
A visit from the grandkids made her happy
But now
She's lost.
She hardly remembers her own son, my dad
She has no memories of me or my siblings left
To her, we are but strangers
And I,
Feel lost
We used to tell stories,
Play,
And laugh
Grandma,
Why have you forgotten me
Forgotten us?
I know why
It's not your fault
Rather, the sickness that stole us from your memories
Is at fault
Sometimes,
I think about it
How you used to be
And I cry
Cry for the lost time,
All those times I didn't visit
All those times I skipped because I was afraid
And now,
Her whispers,
He mumbled words,
Her vacant eyes...
She doesn't know me,
But I know her.
And I weep,
For all the lost times
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So... I visited my grandma today. She has Alzheimer's, and she doesn't remember any of us... It doesn't hurt my younger sisters much, because they didn't know her that well, but...
I still remember when she was loving, and full of light and laughter. She loved to tell us funny stories about my Dad, and how much trouble he and his siblings would get into.
But now... She has trouble even recognizing her children, let alone her grandchildren. It... It's just hard, seeing her like this.
~Cassia
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Half Truths and Hidden Memories
PoetryA place of sorrow, of fear, of pain. A place of joy, of hope, of love. A place to cry out in fear. A place to shout in joy. A place to be myself, and hope not to be judged for who I am.
