My Mothers Room

This is a poem written By James Wesley Mcgee who Lives in North Carolina U.S.A he is married to Jenny and has two daughters. He wrote this especially for Alzheimers Month.

My Mothers Room

Vincent van Gogh 1888

A warm house, now cold

Where memories ran, like

Children,

Free and wild

Entrance to a tomb.

My mother’s room, a

sterile coffin,

Every moment, now

Washed away,

Where she lies breathing

but lives

No more.

Wes McGee, 2011

Alzheimer Blues

Alzheimer Blues 

Picture By Jinksy 

I look into those baby blues to see 

I see you but you see me 

in some refracted history 

Times misplaced,displaced ,

Some times erased ,misplaced!

I look into your baby blues, 

I miss the twinkle,

Replaced by well earned wrinkles

That sprinkle your ivory skin,

Somewhere inside you are still within. 

I look into your baby blues to see,

I see you ,how do you see me ?

Your child ? your carer ?

Your memory sharer ?

I search those baby blues 

In my heart,I know deep,deep inside. 

My mother still resides, 

Inside, she cannot hide, 

I know those baby blues ! 

Submitted to In Tandem where the picture above was a prompt