Broken pieces of memories
by Elouise
Broken pieces of memories
Gone forever
Or never there in the first place
Play hide and seek
Inside her tormented mind
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened
Or didn’t happen
And where is my mother?
Did she just try to call me
On the phone and you
Hung up on her?
You stand there
Looking at me as though
I should know you
Or remember something about you
That has disappeared
Forever
You say I had an accident
But I don’t remember it
And you don’t have any pictures
So I think you’re lying
Trying to insinuate your way
Into my life if not into
My worldly treasures of which I have
Precious few left
I’m so tired….
When will I wake up and
Remember?
Or better yet,
Never wake up at all….
Written in light of my youngest sister’s recent health emergency. This isn’t directly about her. It’s about our human fragility and how unexpected events might impact our sense of time, place and self-identity.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 January 2020
Image found at steelmit.com
Great post😀
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Thank you kindly! Your comment landed in my spam folder….from which you are now rescued! 🙂
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I think this would apply to anyone living with dementia. I experience periods like this and your writing strongly resonates with me.
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Many thanks, Marilyn, for this comment. Our minds and memories are so fragile. 💜💕
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So true. And the more well-seasoned we become the more we feel the preciousness AND the fragility of life.
(((HUGS)))
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Yes, both. Life quickly redefines everything sometimes. Thanks, Carolyn.
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