Wife Interrupted
As I look into those eyes
I wonder why ?
Time seems to stand still for you.
As I look into those eyes
I wonder why ?
Time stole our memories from you
As I look at you
I know why a certain lyric
In tune with me.
As we talk of the past,
You sometimes remember the cast
Of our shared history,
Yet the simplest of things,
Remain to you a mystery
As I delve into your eyes
I still see the person
I've loved all my life
No matter what you do or say.
As I look at you
In your essence, you still remain,
My wonderful wife xxxx
Poignant, painful and powerful.
ReplyDeletethank you for such a timely expression for so many.
So tragic is this illness.One becomes a shell. Beautiful but so sad poem..
ReplyDeleteMelanie
Good Lord! This had my eyes burning. I can't imagine. Wonderful writing about a tragic subject. Excellent! Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteMy entry (perhaps it will bring you a smile): http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/cannonball-3/
loss hurts,
ReplyDeletebittersweet expressions,
bless you and your lovely wife.
This was very moving.
ReplyDeleteMoving and beautifully written poem. Enjoyed it thoroughly.
ReplyDeleteHere is my entry:
http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/scribbles.html
touching words.
ReplyDeletethis is nice- but also it is like you expressing regret for hanging on.. my entry.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/01/30/lines/
ReplyDeleteThis is so tragic and so sorry for the illness. You have such touching words it is very moving
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/
There is nothing missing from this piece. Thank you for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteThis is the essence of life and love, rich, fulfilling, sad, painful, all encompassing ... commitment can be like that. Thank you. I enjoyed reading this poem.
ReplyDeleteA very poignant write. Such an awful disease.
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ReplyDeleteHad a lump in my throat reading this.
Poignant and oh so bittersweet, but in spite of this awful illness the power of love still remains.
Simply beautiful.
Thank for sharing & for the visit too.
Under Blinking Stars
This brings tears to my eyes. Beautiful, poignant, romantic, sad...
ReplyDeleteWow! Beautifully written. Compliments the photo perfectly. I love how you used the depth of field to represent the wife's hazy presence in the world. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteAs well as she should be. Very nice experience to read. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteZQ
very sad and touching
ReplyDeleteaww.. sweet.. and touching.. :)
ReplyDeletetouching story and vivid poetry. Thanks
ReplyDeleteBeautiful but sad. She is very lucky to have you.
ReplyDeletewow shivers....sad...gosh what a hard place that would be...with the one you love yet they no longer remember..
ReplyDeleteThis is a place I don't ever want to be. Would I, like the man in your poem, still see the woman I love, or would I see a shell robbed of its soul? I hope I never have to answer such questions.
ReplyDeletenice capture... having delete with memory loss... that's what it's like
ReplyDeleteDo you witness how your words touch your readers? My goodness...I've teared up! I don't think you could have used a more perfect photo. Wonderful, wonderful, (all be it terribly sad, when you really get to thinking on it) fantastic write!
ReplyDeleteI used to run a nonprofit arts center that provided art therapy for alzheimer's patients. This one hit close to my heart.
ReplyDeleteI find it sad that we have see our loved ones this way... shell or not, we love them until the end.
ReplyDeletePowerful share.. thanks ~
the character who wrote this seems to see things from his point of view rather exclusively. not sure if that was supposed to come across, in other words, does not see the situation from anyone else's point of view.
ReplyDeleteSadly compelling and hopeful in the end. The last stanza is my favorite.
ReplyDeletethink that's one of the hardest illnesses because the person is still there but still no longer there...hard to deal with..a fine write kez
ReplyDeleteNo worse punishment for a spouse or child than to see the one you love alive but his/her essence, history, personality, gone and sometimes a monster in its place; sometimes a lost, disjointed stranger. Horrible, horrible. Yet your write was tender, and understanding. Well done.
ReplyDeleteKez, very powerful piece. Really made me sit back and reflect on what could occur and also how love can transcend any and all forces that may come along. Amazing piece, thanks. i am privileged to have read it
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