with purpose I enter a room only to ask myself “Why?” standing… looking around… struggling for the reason— only to retreat backwards retracing my mind’s steps to the nearest beginning— and after a while something reminds me of my original task and I bear for it aggressively thinking only of it till it’s done
it happens more now
I see a face in my head someone familiar… or famous whom I’ve seen hundreds of times— I should know her… or him— I do recognize them but what were their names? A…B…C… all the way to Z sometimes helps but not this moment— I loathe to use th’ internet but surrender to it… find my answer… then repeat as many names to match the faces clutch’d by my thoughts
it happens more now
I must practice…practice…practice like keeping post-its for brain waves that I might fail less in the coming tomorrows
I am afraid that the tidal gaps between remembering and forgetting will gradually deepen, one of my fears. Thank you dear Poet, your words captured me. Love, nia
This is why– in my older age– that I continue writing, doing crossword puzzles and sudoku, keeping up with my artwork and vegetable gardening, and just making the best of my time with my wife. Some of this poem reflects on me. I only hope I can outlast the age when my mom came down with dementia. Have a wonderful day, Nia.
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I am afraid that the tidal gaps between remembering and forgetting will gradually deepen, one of my fears. Thank you dear Poet, your words captured me. Love, nia
This is why– in my older age– that I continue writing, doing crossword puzzles and sudoku, keeping up with my artwork and vegetable gardening, and just making the best of my time with my wife. Some of this poem reflects on me. I only hope I can outlast the age when my mom came down with dementia. Have a wonderful day, Nia.
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