for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Photo Prompt
What’s happening to me? Words once flowed from my mind in an endless stream. Now they don’t. I just sit here fiddling with pens, screwing up paper and bending paper clips.
We used to go to a club on Mondays and sit in a circle reading stories we’d written. Or was that Tuesdays? We did, didn’t we? Yes, I remember standing up and reciting a poem about my cat. Or dog. That was me, wasn’t it? Or was it you?
It’s Thursday tomorrow I think. I hope so because we do something special on Mondays, don’t we? We go to a club. That’s right. We eat lunch and have a choice of fish and chips or something else. What is it? Oh I know, fish and…chips.
You used to take me shopping today. Or was that Fridays?
Sorry, do I know you?
Poignant!
Thanks Sadje
A pleasure.
Alzheimer’s is such a tragic thing…
It must be, I can only imagine. Thanks, Sue
Sounds so familiar Keith!
Too familiar. Thanks, Di.
Not sure how you arrived at this scenario from the given photo, but you’ve given us a touching glimpse into the trials of a partner/caregiver of someone with dementia. Those endless repetitive questions!
Thanks so much for your kind words, Christine.
I’d call it a nod to the picture! ‘Once words flowed in an endless stream’ and I used the word ‘choice’ in para 3.
Heartbreaking, and a bit scary as we all hope we will never be there.
There but for the grace of God… Thanks, Mimi.
Ah, Dementia or other afflictions of deterioration or disorientation. 🙁
Well done, Keith. Very real-feeling, that.
Thank you so much Na’ama.
Sounds so familiar Keith!
For many I’m sure. So sad.
That’s why Thursdays are so difficult. Very touching.
Indeed. Thanks so much for dropping by.
Keith is this about Dementia. My brother in law suffers with this. This is how he must feel, he is so confused and lost. He has recently moved into a home full time. He is going down hill. Dementia is so cruel 💜. Your post is very touching.💜
I’m so sorry to hear of that. I’ve not experienced this tragic condition within my family or circle of friends so I hesitated before posting it not knowing how it would be received. Thanks for reading and commenting.
It perfect Keith, poems like yours have to be written they really help! I have written a few on this subject myself. 💜
Keith, this is perfect. My father has dementia and although he still has days of partial clarity, conversation with him is difficult. The thing I feel saddest about for my father, and I suppose others who suffer too, is that he can’t understand what is happening to him, even though back a few years ago he would have known what dementia is. I really liked your writing.
Thanks so much. I sometimes wonder if it’s better they don’t know what’s happening to them . But then again, I have no experience of family members or friends with this terrible condition so I’m not really qualified to hold an opinion,. I feel so sorry for your father.