Forgive my Alzheimer’s, it’s not me.

I’m getting older too.

If you see me heading out onto the cold and frosty hills,

Or catch me treading on the crocus or daffodils.

If you see me look into an empty sky whilst the words you’ve just whispered seem not to apply.

Or you find me on my own, fighting back tears in my eyes whilst I stare aimlessly at the stars in the sky.

I’m getting forgetful too.

If you tell me your name I’ll try to remember you but please understand if it’s escaped me for a minute or two.

Or if you show me your photos and I’m not there, it’s just some small blip in a life of love and constant care.

Take my hand and hold it tight, and remember me the way I was that night. You know I loved you from dawn until night.

Now, I’m getting lonely too.

Poem

Tuesday 21st December 2021

On a boat in Chiswick… inspired by a film title combined with a post on facebook about someone with Alzheimer’s.

Please note; this is not about me

Added 22/7/2022