Timeless
Timesless
Ageing,
is a robbing bastard.
Sneaks in under radar
and steals treasure
with his veil of subtlety,
confusion and memory plunder.
We sit in a triad,
trying to resurrect
your incredible intellect,
sense of humour…
The pathos
would not be lost to you,
in other times.
is a robbing bastard.
Sneaks in under radar
and steals treasure
with his veil of subtlety,
confusion and memory plunder.
We sit in a triad,
trying to resurrect
your incredible intellect,
sense of humour…
The pathos
would not be lost to you,
in other times.
Still, etched in memory
there you stand, Mum.
In your cotton summer dress,
smiling.
That,
is how I see you,
will always see you.
© Alison Stormwolf
© stormwolf 2023
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Storm, well written, I can well relate to that first stanza. I found this poem quite moving. If that is a photo of your mum she was a fine looking lady…
gerry x.
Hi Gerry
, Many thanks for reading and commenting. This is a hard one for me to recite as it always gets me emotional. Yes, that’s her in the pic. She’s still a fine looking lady who celebrated her 90th bithday a few weeks ago. Losing her to Altzeimers is a slow agony. It’s a pitiless condition.
Alison x
Alison you are right, it is an awful thing. My wife and I have experienced it in our family, and one of our dear friends has just been diagnosed. Life can be very cruel…
gerry x
It is running at epidemic levels now Gerry. Something that could be avoided IMO. They use aluminium in deodorants, cooking utensils and many other things. There is a direct link to aluminium levels and this dreadful condition. A good diet of essential fatty acids and coconut oil can help tremendously but my mum is too late and would never take them unless I was there to force them down 😉
I do empathise wth all those having to deal with it though..
Alison x
(should I refer to you as maaaster now? lol 😉 )
Alison, if its anything to do with age maybe I should be called master 😉 can’t think of any other reason. Been called all sorts of names in my journey through life though. Was it Doris Day, or Alber Einstein who said ‘Non illigitamus carborundum’ ?
Gerry x
Hello Alison.
I have seen this before but it well worth another read. You write sensitively about one of life’s ironies. We are living longer but for many people and their families instead of those extra years being a bonus they turn into a penalty.
I hope that in a way we don’t yet understand your mother knows that you are there for her.
.Best as always, Michael
Hi Micheal,
Nice to see you over here 😉
I agree entirely. When mum nearly died with a chest infection, she ralied round after being admitted to hospital. Since then I have wondered was that a blessing? Especially as she is going blind too. Life’s a bitch. Thanks for reading, I know you have more than your own share of things to contend with.
Alison x
That’s a powerful first stanza, and I love :
We sit in a triad,
trying to resurrect
all kinds of images fly to mind; the ‘nursing’ emergency room sense of it; the gentle, insistent and nurturing love of a teacher who believes in the potential of a child, no matter what. Masterful.
Perfect and evocative ending. Has me on the verge of tears.
Thanks Bel.
As I say, it gets me every time. I have told her she will never be old in my eyes. These last few years, we have grown so close after a lifetime of her not really understanding where I come from but loving me nevertheless.
I have been blessed with her.
Alison x
Dear Alison, how lovely to read your work again here. This says just enough in the best way possible. A deserved pick, for sure. Hope you are well, talented lady.
Kim x
Hi Kim
Hope all is well with you. Humble apologies for late reply. I’m away in Nairn these last 10 days and my phone was dodgy.
Mum’s 91 st birthday tomorrow then heading home. Thanks so much for your comment. Hope to catch up once back at desktop
Alison xx