Forget Me Not

Unable to copy that stupid clock

I become more confused

My memories are a jigsaw puzzle I can’t seem to put together

One piece in hand yet it doesn’t fit the other I placed down

It’s like my thoughts wander about like my body does in the darkness of night.

I walk about and don’t know where I am when I stop.

I don’t recall where I was and worse where I’m going

My reflection shows an old wrinkled man I don’t recognize.

Could it be my father? A stranger perhaps?

I am a young boy so I don’t quite know

Can you let me know? Please. I beg of you.

I didn’t write anything down but instead I fell down

So many wrongs I shall never right because …

What was I going to say?

My thoughts are like a scrabble game

So many letters but I can’t come up with a single word

The Z is worth ten points

What was my point?

I didn’t write anything down and I don’t remember

It’s September and it’s Spring I guess

I’m in late winter and May I use the bathroom

I must tell my father to get out of the bathroom. He is there looking old and wrinkled in the mirror.

I feel alone and I can smell the scent of the Forget Me Nots

I just want to Me Not Forget

No regrets! Who are you again?

Dementia is difficult to witness as a physician but even more so when it’s your loved one. A lot of patience is required. Don’t get frustrated but breathe. The moments of lucidity even if few are all worth it. With much love and hugs from Brooklyn.

Guady G

Caged Free

I thought I would finally fly out this cage

Forget the world’s rage

Perch on your friendly shoulder

But your absence was a boulder

Destroying that stage

My solitude may have blinded me to the exit before

But I see it now and choose to close the door .

I’ll remain in my cage safe and sound

I choose me and you can just stand around.

Happy Friday my lovelies. I send you hugs from Brooklyn. Always choose yourself. You matter!

Dear Avid

I miss reading your freshly written letters becoming words.

Those words that stroked me in places that others couldn’t

You sentenced me like no other.

I miss those exclamations and quotations!

What was it about you that makes me miss you till this day?

Your soft kisses? Maybe

Warm hugs? Perhaps!

The way your words would pleasure my greatest fantasy? Yes oh yes.

Our book has crinkly yellowing pages but I hold it dear. I’ll keep reading and rereading to pacify my desire for my most Avid reader.

I barely write these days for my words are muted without my beloved muse.

Wishing you a great new year. Perhaps your words find themselves into my inbox. If not I can always continue to dream.

With love Guady G

Sending much love to you and all my readers. Hugs from Brooklyn to keep you safe and warm.

Missing Prose

I miss you and your prose

Your words that easily flowed

My soul losing control

My sentence is no more

Miss your punctuation

Oh sweet exclamation!

Where did you go?

I miss you so!

Why is it that some people know how to get to your heart so well? Perhaps known from past lives? Were they soul mates that slipped away? Luck? Do you know?

With Love Guady G. I send you hugs from Brooklyn.