"And in a mystery to be, when time
from time shall set us free,
forgetting me, remember me."
(‘In time of Daffodils’ E.E. Cummings)
The nursing home – a rabbit warren;
a maze of corridors reveal half-
open doors where TVs blare
and patients snore – indifferent to
the evening news or Test Match score.
Her door, ajar – she glances up as I walk
into her room, and when I gently
touch her hand, she greets me
with a look – says, “Who are you?”
in a tongue only she understands.
A fleeting smile of recognition
and I sigh in sheer relief... until
she calls me – her husband,
by her brother’s name.
I kiss the nape of her neck
as she senses me wince. Winds
her hankie round her hand,
time and time again.
Says would I pull up the blind, please.
‘It’s almost dark, love,” I say –
but do it anyway, sick as I am
with futile reasoning.
She gestures, impatiently,
for her stick – arthritis adding
insult to injury...Steadies herself
against my arm; stands at the window.
Presses her face into a half-forgotten
past... her breath – misting the glass
obscuring even a reflection
of how it used to be.

Comments
Kahdai | September 15, 2010 - 11:25
Really like the ending Tina, the whole thing is full of details K x
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2010 - 11:30
Thanks, Kahdai.
Pleased you liked;)
Tina x
skinner_jennifer | September 15, 2010 - 11:54
Old age is something I look forward to, but not the
aching body and the arthrits, so sad when loved ones
have to go through this. I am almost in that room
with you. Very real poem.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2010 - 12:12
Thanks a mint, Jenny. And I too would second your sentiments about old age;-)
Tina
lenchenelf | September 15, 2010 - 12:23
A fine grained portait, delicate and moving atb Lena xx
darkenwolf | September 15, 2010 - 12:26
I know the feeling when my nan was lying dying in hospital i spoke to her and she thought i was my father - i guess he was the one she really wanted to see. i didn't have the heart to tell her that i wasn't him. Your poem touched an old memory.
its very well written.
;)
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2010 - 12:29
Your words always highly valued, Lena, and I thank you for them;-)
Tina xx
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2010 - 12:33
Thanks so much for reading, darkenwolf.
The first such experience I had was with my mother who had early onset Alzheimers from the age of just 50.
I am heartened that I touched a memory for you, but I hope, not too painfully.
Tina;-)
darkenwolf | September 15, 2010 - 12:58
not really painful - it gave her such pleasure to think i was my father and it didn't really cost me anything.
Its disheartening to know that they are still there inside their mind but they just can't find any of the windows or the doors...
Keep up the good work.
MistakenMagic | September 15, 2010 - 16:05
Absolutely beautiful, Tina - a touching and tender portrait. Well done on the cherry ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2010 - 16:50
Magic - thank you so much;-) More than appreciated.
Hope your week is going well.
Tina xxx
skinner_jennifer | September 15, 2010 - 16:56
Hi Tina,
Just wanted to say congratulations on the cherry,
well deserved.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | September 15, 2010 - 17:50
How kind of you to pop back, Jennifer. Thank you, so much;-)
Tina
fatboy74 | September 16, 2010 - 12:46
Lovely poem and very moving. A pleasure to read.
Highhat | September 16, 2010 - 15:41
yes a truly beautiful and very moving poem. Like I have said before you seem to give the feeling to the reader. Thank you so much. My Mother had Alzeimers as well and died in her home 81 years old last December.
pia ;)
Silver Spun Sand | September 16, 2010 - 18:45
My thanks to you for reading and for commenting so kindly;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | September 16, 2010 - 18:47
So sorry about your mother, pia. Both my mother and my aunt fell prey to Alzheimers. It is such a cruel disease but hopefully they will find a cure in the not too distant future.
Thank you for reading and for your empathy.
Tina;-)
rjnewlyn | September 16, 2010 - 22:05
I work in that sort of area and it's really good to see you writing about it. Says so much more than any textbook or leaflet can. Well done!
Rob
Silver Spun Sand | September 17, 2010 - 07:59
Thanks so much for that, Rob. And, of course, keep up the good work yourself;-)
Tina
shoe | September 17, 2010 - 11:13
Conveys so much in the detail, touching poem.
Silver Spun Sand | September 17, 2010 - 11:20
Shirley - much appreciated;-)
Tina
RachelPatricia | September 17, 2010 - 11:32
Really enjoyed this, Tina. My grandmother suffers from Alzheimers and I can fully relate to this piece. Each time I visit her I have to remind her of who I am over and over again. When she remembers, it's beautiful. Then she forgets again five minutes later, but even though she doesn't know who I am, she's still happy to have me sit by her and hold her hand. So glad you put this up, it's made me want to go see her more often. Congrats on the cherry :)
Rachel xx
Silver Spun Sand | September 17, 2010 - 15:21
Rachel - my thanks to you for reading and sharing your more than evocative memories.
Tina xx
hilary west | September 20, 2010 - 11:43
I particularly liked the last verse : very evocative !
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2010 - 11:57
Thanks Hilary. Much appreciated;-)
Tina
kheldar | November 4, 2010 - 20:37
Excellent
:--) xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 4, 2010 - 21:24
David, great to hear from you;-)
Thank you so much. Pleased you enjoyed.
Tina xxx
Kahdai | November 4, 2010 - 21:33
lots of catching up today :)