NaBloPoMo : Dementia , Alzheimer’s Cruel Game.

She is not in there she has gone.

Why  search for the beautiful  light that once shone,

She is no  more herself, her soul  has fled

Gone to us, to all purposes dead.


How  cruel,  how mean,  how so unkind

To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.

There are no words that can truly  describe

The pain and fear of those trapped dead yet  still alive.



You can not reason they know no rhyme

They are gone and left us to mourn  behind.

The  tiny flashes of a knowing  eye is  just  a mockery

This is no longer your loved one,  they are no longer who they used to be.



Screams of anger, voices harsh with  fists of hate

You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.

There is  no more that  you can in all honesty  do

They may  be gone ,  but you can hold you patience  and to their love  be true.


I have written  this  for     she needs our hugs.

21 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Samanthamj
    Nov 21, 2013 @ 21:07:01

    Terrible terrible disease. You captured the feelings it evokes very well.


  2. Eric Tonningsen
    Nov 21, 2013 @ 21:13:31

    Been there, twice already, with two immediate family members. Your words are poignant.


  3. williamricci
    Nov 21, 2013 @ 22:48:28

    Thank you for a great poem that touches just right on what it is like to watch a family member go through this. I lost my grandmother two-years ago to Alzheimer’s.


    • willowdot21
      Nov 21, 2013 @ 23:09:08

      I am so sorry for your lost , so sad and though there are always breakthroughs we do not have a cure as yet.I hope this poem helps people to understand.


  4. Gray Dawster
    Nov 21, 2013 @ 23:13:27

    Life is cruel sometimes my sweet friend 😦
    You have written a marvellous piece here
    my great friend. Have a lovely Friday 🙂

    Andro xxxx


  5. Deborah
    Nov 21, 2013 @ 23:44:51

    You’ve nailed it again, Willow!


    • willowdot21
      Nov 21, 2013 @ 23:46:45

      I wish I had not though! xxx


      • Deborah
        Nov 21, 2013 @ 23:59:00

        True, but it’s so helpful for people suffering the loss of a loved one through dementia to know that someone understands. And like many of the other topics you don’t shy away from, this is important, even critical. You giving voice to the feelings that we experience in those heartbreaking moments is a gift to all of us. Thank you for being willing to tackle these difficult topics.

      • willowdot21
        Nov 22, 2013 @ 00:01:03

        I don’t know why but I just feel I must. Xx

      • Deborah
        Nov 22, 2013 @ 00:08:45

        When you have a gift that helps so many other people, I think that it’s impossible to ignore the need when you see it. Thanks for being you! 🙂

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  7. Shelley
    Nov 03, 2018 @ 12:27:50

    Yes, dementia is nasty, cruel, and horrible. The moments when the person forgets they’ve forgotten are the small moments where rays of joy can be felt and experienced – we can live with them in their moments – it is the only way I found peace with a disease I couldn’t understand myself.


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