In The Maze

In The Maze

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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( the progression of dementia in loved ones )

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these early summer days
find auntie in a deeper maze
of lost in the past

memories of years gone by
blue sky and childhood friends
fast forward to a wretched end

today she didn’t remember me
pieces of the jigsaw gone
scattered and eaten by brain’s decay

i had morphed into my mother
her brother’s wife and she was
so delighted to see me

how young you look she said
how do you do it tell me how
where have you been all these years

why am I staying here
can you take me back to the square
to see my mum and dad

glad the visit was cut short
her caught in the misery of dementia
and the fear of what she suffers next

so held her hand and hugged her
what else can you do other than
reassure her and say you love her

© 2024 Chris Shaw


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Chris, with my paternal Grandma it was cancer. She beat it once. Intestinal cancer. It wasted her away. I remember the last time I saw her. She had shriveled to nothing, gaunt and skeletal. She couldn't really move anymore, there just wasn't the muscle mass remaining. She looked mortified. The family stood around and said nothing. Just watched. I'm so thankful I had the presence of mind to walk up, kiss her on the cheek, and tell her I loved her. Tears welled in her eyes. That poor, brave woman. Still think about her 20 years later. Cheers, friend.

Posted 10 Months Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

10 Months Ago

Thank you my friend for that heart felt share. That kiss meant the world to her. She felt your love .. read more
John Sullivan

10 Months Ago

We don't, it's true. You're a kind soul, Ms. Shaw. Appreciate you
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it is a hard thing to suffer watching such decline ... me Ma went slowly with Alzheimer's .. we were fortunate because she retained her very sweet self the whole time ... that can change, i guess ... when she no longer held her slim thread to reality it was almost a relief for me ... she no longer struggled with it .. sending hugs your way Chris .. and my prayers

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you so much Mr E. Sorry your Ma had to go through this too. Such a sad way to end a life. Hope.. read more
Einstein Noodle

7 Months Ago

Beauregard and I are more thoroughly being "retired" ... I make it a point to take a nap in the mid .. read more
Thank you for sharing this! I watched both of my grandmothers suffer from dementia and it’s such a sad disease. They could remember something that happened years ago but not what happened yesterday. This poem really resonated with me.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

It’s sad that you too have had to experience this Alesha. Thank you so much for leaving a thoughtf.. read more
I found out a couple of weeks ago my own aunt has it. I said hello to her and she didn't know who I was. Someday in the future I hope they find a cure or at least, something that keeps their memories more in than out.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Hello Tim, so sad. I sincerely hope a cure will be found eventually. Such a horrible ending to life... read more
I used to work in a facility that housed many dementia patients. Staff can maintain some objectivity when dealing with such patients; not so families. I recall seeing the expressions of loss on the faces of those who came to visit. Your last verse describes the best that can be done for those in this situation. Despite her misfortune, she is lucky to have you.

Posted 7 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you John. It is so sad. There are never any other visitors when we go. How can people neglect .. read more
My daughter took a video of herself and mum singing. She played it back to mum who was most put out. She said, "But that's an old woman!" I said, "No mum, that's Deb" to which she replied, (looking totally relieved) "Well I thought...." Deb didn't find it funny but I did. Still do.xx

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Hello dear Pauline. Lovely to have a visit from you. I haven’t been on here much recently. Thank y.. read more
What saddens when someone you love doesn't remember you. I have heard of people not remembering loved ones... But show them a picture of Jesus and they know exactly who He is!
Very touching poem.

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Thank you Melinda for your kind support. I do believe what you say would be right for my aunt. I app.. read more
You seem to've written so much about remembered family, and you express this emotion so beautifully and yet with sadness. Nice to read you, Chris!

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

7 Months Ago

Many thanks Andrew for another thoughtful review. I so appreciate all the support you have shown fo.. read more
How sad, how real raw truth is, worse: unstoppable. As a friend said of her mother, ' So wish I could have my mum back.. ' Your words touch.. as often you have, Chris. Watching death whilst it lives means 'pain is not only in the room but seeled in time due.' Have seen, felt and kissed it too many times. It hurts

Yours is fine writing.. always has been,

Posted 8 Months Ago


I love your poem and the depth behind every sentence

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind comment.
The more you share love, the more you receive. ❤️

Posted 8 Months Ago


Chris Shaw

8 Months Ago

Thank you so much for stopping by. All the best,

Chris

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