Mother-Father- Dementia and Me
poem by:
William Brochinsky
Written
on Jan 25, 2014
Mother What a wonderful word. One never stops using it once learned. One can never quite release her. Time proves the bond, is ever so varied. Ma. The embodiment of benevolence, most years. Never to be replaced in heart, in soul. That is not the true objective of lovers, spouses and dates. Yet, is what is sought. Father A less wonderful word, to me. Antithesis. He the original love. What is this son to do? Time has revealed parental struggles, efforts and scraps. The Y donor, Dad. Checked out early. 12-25-96 A Christmas gift to us all. Dementia What a horrible word. We never forget it once learned. The devastation it creates. A shared void. Her vacant stares. The losses. What malice, in our pursuit of longevity. Pursued no more. Mother- Father –Dementia and ME Slow fading of a family. Who takes care of me?
Tags: sad, love, deep, pain, imagery,
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Lon Bruso commented:
Very intense poem! Lots of good imagery, and a powerful flow throughout! Loved it!
William Brochinsky
commented:
Thanks for you astute take on a very intense situation in my life and many others.
Christopher Russon
commented on Mar 03, 2018 at 3:45pm
I can relate sadly far too often.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Dec 19, 2018 at 12:55pm
A sad poem.....so real...
