How does one bear unbearable things?
Lost in dreams, you hold on tight-
you have no choice.
Now the days are swifter,
your bones creak a little more-
your memories grow stranger.
You know there is no rhyme or reason;
you shiver in the heat of the sun.
Better to have loved and lost,
you say,
than never to have loved at all.
And you almost remember.

Comments
sue dinum | December 2, 2010 - 01:23
I thought this was really touching and sensitive, lovely sentiment and well-worded, and... not a metaphore in sight, which proves good poems do not always need them, and I thought your final line was really poignant. Well done! Hope you get some cherries. My mother suffered with dimentia so it struck a special chord with me. Thank you.
sue
SundaysChild | December 2, 2010 - 08:58
Thank you for your moving comment, Sue.
My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer's earlier this year and I wanted to express something about it.x
seashore | December 2, 2010 - 09:24
I love the simple yet profound way you have expressed this. I can tell it is heartfelt.
insertponceyfre... | December 2, 2010 - 09:28
yes, I think the simplicity of it works really well - it makes the impact greater. Perfect last line
Bradene | December 2, 2010 - 10:42
Agree with all above. It will resonate with many. Very well done SC. Val
luigi_pagano | December 2, 2010 - 12:24
I have personally known somebody who suffered and died by this terrible disease and this poem brought back sad memories.
Good to see you getting cherries.
Luigi x
MistakenMagic | December 2, 2010 - 17:46
Simply stunning. You tackle a difficult subject matter incredibly well. This is subtle, but says so much. Well done on the cherry!
Magic xxx
SundaysChild | December 2, 2010 - 18:04
Thank you all for the lovely comments- I appreciate it. I am less confident with my poetry at the moment so getting these positive comments, especially re this very personal piece, means a lot x
Luigi- I am sorry to hear of your loss-it is a difficult thing indeed. x
Thank you abctales for the cherry x
BeKsta | December 2, 2010 - 23:18
youve expressed this beautifully, thankyou :)
Silver Spun Sand | December 3, 2010 - 11:33
I have only just discovered this one, SundaysChild. It is more than deserving of its cherry.
My mother had Alzheimers from when she was fifty and died ten years later. In truth she 'died' many years before that. This all happened in the early nineteen-eighties, when little was known of Alzheimers... In fact she was sectioned and admitted to Tooting Bec Lunatic Assylum.(The place was demolished years ago, thank heavens) She only lasted two weeks there, and I thank god for that.
Tina xx
SundaysChild | December 3, 2010 - 22:26
Many thanks for your kind words, BeKsta.
Tina: What a sad thing to have happened- I can only imagine the kind of Asylum you are talking about- I hope that your mother found peace in the end.x
fatboy74 | December 13, 2010 - 22:15
Not sure how i missed this one, as I claim to read every poem on here! Really touching and executed wonderfully. Well done!