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Show me the way to go home

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Blue fire, 

Like Sapphire. 

Those eyes, so large and so lost. 

I greet her with a smile and say, 

Good morning my dear. 

How are you on this fine Tuesday?

 

Oh, hello love. 

She smiles back at me and says, 

I'm good, 

And how are you, 

Are you well?

I must say, don’t you look absolutely beautiful today. 

 

Where am I going?

Am I going the right way?

Right here I say, 

As I pull out her usual chair

That faces the tall wide window. 

You know, I tell her, 

You like to sit here everyday. 

 

Everyday? Here, do I?

Well would you believe, 

I can't remember. 

I can't remember a thing. 

I don't even know how I got here.

Do you know?

 

I watch as her eyes fill fast with fear. 

Yes, I do. 

You live quite near. 

Your daughter in law, 

She drove you here. 

She drove you here in her car. 

 

Who do I live with, 

Can you tell me please?

I nod at her and say, 

You live with your son. 

You live with him in his house. 

My son, I have a son!

My God, I can't remember a thing. 

I just can't remember anything anymore. 

Up here, she points to her temple, 

It's gone. It's all gone. 

 

Can I have a tissue please, to keep here?

Just here. I like to keep one in my sleeve. 

Yes, of course you can. 

Take a seat. I will bring some tissue and some tea over for you. 

It's very cold outside. 

 

Oh thank you love. 

I would love a nice hot cup of tea. 

What day is it today?

Is this my frame?

What does that say there, Is that my name?

I think it is. 

 

Have you any idea who brought me here?

Who brought me here today?

Do I sleep here or do I go home?

Who brings me home?

Where is home?

 

 

In memory of Eileen A.

Rest in Peace. 

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 16:21

Thanks Hugh, an increasing problem here in Ireland and in many other parts of the world.

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Hugh

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 14:49

A great insight into the the Alzheimer problem.Well done.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 12:37

I understand what you are saying, Rick.

I welcome constructive feedback. . That wasn't what I got here.

"You should do this, you should do that." That's what I got.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 08:45

Thanks Don. I used to take care of the lady who inspired me to write this poem.. She suffered from Alzheimers and sadly passed away a year after I wrote this. This is one of my favourite poems and is the title of my poetry book.

I don't think anyone has the right to tell another what way to write or express themselves through poetry. It's a personal thing. I'm happy with this poem and the title and won't be changing it for anyone.

Like it or not. My writing is not for everyone. As you say, Don.. I'm in charge. ??

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Don Matthews

Wed 22nd Apr 2020 00:13

“I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn ... how I damn well please."

I also think like Carlos, Emer. It's you who are in charge, not others. Thankyou Rick.....

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Emer Ni Chorra

Tue 21st Apr 2020 17:23

Thank you, Rick. I appreciate that. ??

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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 23:26

Am Cash, you should stop telling me how to write. I will not rename this poem. How dare you. This is the second time that you have came onto my profile and commented under my work suggesting that I should change my work. Get over yourself, get some manners and stop telling me how to write.

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Don Matthews

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 23:05

So good Emer.....

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AM Cash

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 20:52

You should rename it so many questions to go home x

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AM Cash

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 20:51

So many questions. Your poem is built around our feelings... So many questions... But no answers today, just question why

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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 3rd Apr 2020 18:03

Audio has returned ??

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Emer Ni Chorra

Thu 2nd Apr 2020 01:36

Thank you, Jeannot. It is based on real life experience. I used to work in a day centre for the older generation.

Thanks Don. Not sure what is happening with audio here. I uploaded an audio file for this and other poems of mine but can't seem to play them anymore. I tried playing audio on another users blog and couldn't hear that either. I hope they sort it out soon. I always enjoy listening to audio uploads here.

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Don Matthews

Thu 2nd Apr 2020 00:20

No audio Emer....

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Jeannot

Thu 2nd Apr 2020 00:05

Nice poem. The conversational way to address the topic makes it intimate and real.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 1st Apr 2020 18:40

Thank you, Chris. This one is very close to my heart. ??I don't seem to be able to hear audio, anybody else have this issue?

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Chris Bunton

Wed 1st Apr 2020 18:33

Love it!

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