(N)everlasting Memories

[Mob Boss]

Her cotton dress billowed around her ivory legs
As she shifted in an aged, leather chair
Streams of black amongst an ocean of gray
Rippled as she ran fragile fingers through her hair

Her frost blue eyes rummaged wild
Flipping through a worn album of familiar faces
As the corners of her lips curved an unknowing smile
And tears painted trails over gentle creases

Every memory she had was stolen
As the dark steals the light and bottles it away
Left with the remnants of what time had unwoven
Unaware I was the one who carried her name

She suddenly stopped flipping
When she looked up to see my familiar eyes
Stolen of every memory
Memories of her and I

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I wanted to write a poem on Alzheimers, but I'm afraid I got caught up in the description. :/
Nevertheless, thanks so much for anyone that takes the time to read it.

[Horatio Nelson]

That was great Bridge. So poetic. :) I didn't pickup alzhiemers until I read your note. But still great.

[Miserabilia]

very touching, thanks for writing on such a serious topic

[Faolan]

Bridget, you are such a brilliant writer; you have such a fluently poetic way with words. This poem hit home in me, since I have a few elderly friends who are gone mentally because of Alzheimer's. Sadness aside, your use of sensory images is amazing. I especially love this line:
"Streams of black amongst an ocean of gray
Rippled as she ran fragile fingers through her hair"
You leave little hints in the poem that point to it's meaning, which is how I picked up on the fact that it was about Alzheimer's, such as her gray hair and fragile hands and stolen memories.

[Mob Boss]

Bridget, you are such a brilliant writer; you have such a fluently poetic way with words. This poem hit home in me, since I have a few elderly friends who are gone mentally because of Alzheimer's. Sadness aside, your use of sensory images is amazing. I especially love this line:
"Streams of black amongst an ocean of gray
Rippled as she ran fragile fingers through her hair"
You leave little hints in the poem that point to it's meaning, which is how I picked up on the fact that it was about Alzheimer's, such as her gray hair and fragile hands and stolen memories.

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! That's such a lovely thing to say. :)
Sorry to hear you've had to witness this. :(