From the Heart
Random thoughts I can’t compose,
come spilling through my mind.
Fine scattering of vague memories,
net curtains their hiding behind
Like petals dropping one by one,
letting go just to disappear.
I pray they’ll stay a moment more,
please bring my loved ones near.
I used to think it quite sensible,
owning a tidy, working mind.
But as days go on not as obvious,
in the love I’m trying to find.
She does not remember her children,
she has also forgotten her name.
Daily, her loved ones visit now,
though she’ll never be quite the same.
Questions stare out of her eyes,
that she can’t connect to her lips.
She can no longer style her own hair,
so it’s often held back with clips.
She screams when they wash her hair,
she cries for to leave it alone.
She would rather stay in her nightdress,
and just wants to be on her own.
Stains appear on her clothes,
that would never have been there before.
She’s forgotten she doesn’t eat meat,
cause the arguments out of the door.
She’s deprived of the mind she once had,
it’s all muddled and in tiny bits.
She’s forgotten what she was saying,
as soon as the words leave her lips.
So I bless I still have my mind and
I love her as much as I can.
I can’t talk about deprivation,
while I still visit Aunty Anne
In response to the Daily Prompt – Deprive
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