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?
Keith's Ramblings 
Poignant!
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Thanks Sadje
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A pleasure.
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Alzheimer’s is such a tragic thing…
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It must be, I can only imagine. Thanks, Sue
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Sounds so familiar Keith!
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Too familiar. Thanks, Di.
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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!
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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.
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Heartbreaking, and a bit scary as we all hope we will never be there.
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There but for the grace of God… Thanks, Mimi.
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Ah, Dementia or other afflictions of deterioration or disorientation. 😦
Well done, Keith. Very real-feeling, that.
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Thank you so much Na’ama.
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Sounds so familiar Keith!
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For many I’m sure. So sad.
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That’s why Thursdays are so difficult. Very touching.
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Indeed. Thanks so much for dropping by.
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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.💜
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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.
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It perfect Keith, poems like yours have to be written they really help! I have written a few on this subject myself. 💜
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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.
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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.
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