Father forget me not

by Kereen   Dec 31, 2017


Early spring
Just before summer
Welcoming the dawn together
You sat in your chair
Memories as gray as your hair
You looked at my face and couldn't remember
The little girl you called princess Adventure

The stories you told
The roses of gold
Black is fading
Gray is cold
Father forget me not
Tears I won't hold

The reeds at Christmas
You hung on the doors
The new year cheers
In old worn out clothes
Mother had died
Her name you no longer remember
The name on your tongue from
January to December
Father do not forget me

His stories are in pieces
I'm just a face
The little girl who called you her hero
Her face space has replaced
No more poinsettias red
Nor lilies in a bundle
Scary how you can not remember
Father and daughter zero
Alzheimer one
Father forget me not
Keeping score is no fun

Not the bike I stole
When I was young
Or the fact you raised me
Just you one
How can you forget
Even in sickness or in death
Your little girl is still here
Please figure this out
Father forget me not
Not even in the autumn
Where memories fall with the leaves

K. M.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This reminds me a little of Christina Rossetti's 'Remember Me', in content if not in style. Perhaps it's better that people forget entirely when they get to that point than have brief and teasing moments of clarity that only sadden them and all those around even further. Of course, I understand it would be best if the condition was never suffered at all...
    A terribly sad but well written piece.

    All the best,

    Ben

    • 6 years ago

      by Kereen

      Thank you so much. Yes it is sometimes so painful to lose someone who is still there

  • 6 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Such sad but yet beautiful piece. It saddens my heart when as you get older people have to live such agony and it hurts when they can't remember anything. It is heartbreaking. All the best to you hugs

    • 6 years ago

      by Kereen

      Thank you so much. Age has it's play some more sad than others

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