Permanent

Permanent

A Poem by Pippa Stoneheart
"

Alzheimer's disease is more than just that. It swallows a whole lot more than just good memories.

"

I treasure each sight of you sleeping

And recall when you tucked me in

Still, I hear your lullabies

While on the chenille blanket, I lie

 

Each laugh you make, I cherish

For soon those giggles shall perish

Your chortle is music to my ear

 No one chuckles like grandma, dear

 

And I wake up at sunrise

Half the bed’s made, no one at my side

And downstairs I run to see you

Prepare breakfast for us two

 

But these have turned to memories

All those we’ve shared, I reminisce

And it seems one’s time is borrowed

Now, I face an episode of sorrow

 

Down at you, I smile

I see you’ve aged, except the eye

Whose twinkle never fades

You’ll never know what really changed

 

But when I asked you “Who am I?”

You fought a grin and forced a sigh

I’d rather you didn’t hear

But your answer was something I couldn’t bear

 

Forgotten was the life you lived with me

Forgotten were the days of glee

My face, my voice, my name you can forget

But my love for you is permanent

© 2011 Pippa Stoneheart


Author's Note

Pippa Stoneheart
this one's for grandma. i just received a bad news - she has to go through amputation.:(

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

This is a lovely ode to your Grandma. You are blessed to have received such love and she is blessed with a granddaughter who knows it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


powerful, poignant, beautiful wordcrafting

Posted 13 Years Ago


I hope your Grandmother is Ok. The gentle and kind people we need to make a good life. They teach us to be kind and know what love should be. A powerful poem. I believe we must return the love back. Life is a journey of give and take. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
"My face, my voice, my name you can forget
But my love for you is permanent "
A excellent poem.
Coyote


Posted 13 Years Ago


I am so sorry for the bad news you have received & for the pain this poem
tells me you are enduring. Very well said, A perfect portrait of a disease
that takes people slowly beyond your reach. Very cruel. A fine piece of
work that I wish wasn't true. Best to you.

Posted 13 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

234 Views
4 Reviews
Rating
Added on January 27, 2011
Last Updated on January 27, 2011

Author

Pippa Stoneheart
Pippa Stoneheart

Boston, MA



About
I am Pippa Stoneheart, the soon-to-be phenomenal, anonymous online writer. more..

Writing

Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Ethology Ethology

A Poem by Robin


To Be Free To Be Free

A Poem by OT


Sparkle Sparkle

A Chapter by Robin