A Poetic View Of Alzheimers

Many thanks to Suzanne who contributed this poem and this is her perception on Alzheimers 

A Poetic View Of Alzheimers 

 By Suzanne

I look out the window and all I can see

Are the birds beckoning to me

With their tuneful melody.

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I don’t know this place

I don’t know those who come

To visit me.

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They are just faces and voices

But I see how upset they become

Because I do not know them.

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I have a room with a balcony

French windows

A balustrade.

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The door is locked

Just in case

 I try to leave this place.

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But I do think

It  would be, better for me

To go home.

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The air is hot

I pick the lock.

Finally, I am free.

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I am up here looking down on me.

It is beautiful

Bright and glowing.

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What is all the fuss I say?

About dying

Except for those you leave behind.

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They will think I fell in a daze

It is kinder that way

Then they can let go.

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My life flashes by

But I am smiling and glad

And not at all sad.

Henri Matisse

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