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Comment from RGstar
Oh, so, beautiful, so beautiful. My poem before this latest release handled on Dementia, and so good to see another wrath of life being handled and taken to the fore with such gentle but resolute abandon.
Bravo, dear author.
Good to see you writing again.
My very best wishes.
RG
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Oh, so, beautiful, so beautiful. My poem before this latest release handled on Dementia, and so good to see another wrath of life being handled and taken to the fore with such gentle but resolute abandon.
Bravo, dear author.
Good to see you writing again.
My very best wishes.
RG
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Thanks, Roy, for the nice review. Dementia is all too common and I think it is the very worst disease one could get. Heartbreaking...
Carol
Comment from nancy_e_davis
It's was good to see you in my messages. Glad to know you are still with us. Powerful poem this. I usually don't understand free verse as poetry, but you have the talent. This is so emotional and deep. I can understand the closing words. Though screaming inside,
I took her hand. Well Done Carol. Hugs Nancy
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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It's was good to see you in my messages. Glad to know you are still with us. Powerful poem this. I usually don't understand free verse as poetry, but you have the talent. This is so emotional and deep. I can understand the closing words. Though screaming inside,
I took her hand. Well Done Carol. Hugs Nancy
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Thanks, Nancy. I'm not sure the subject of Alzheimer's lends itself to rhyming poetry...at least at the moment it felt like a free verse subject. Thanks so much for your kind comments,
Carol
Comment from Dean Kuch
My father was just placed in an elderly care facility because his dementia has made him too violent and dangerous for my mother to handle at home.
It broke her heart to place him there but it had to be done.
So, what you've written here touches on a bit of my own reality as well.
The saddest part is I'm sure we're not alone.
Well done,
~Dean
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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My father was just placed in an elderly care facility because his dementia has made him too violent and dangerous for my mother to handle at home.
It broke her heart to place him there but it had to be done.
So, what you've written here touches on a bit of my own reality as well.
The saddest part is I'm sure we're not alone.
Well done,
~Dean
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Hi Dean,
No we are not alone, it is all too common. Thanks for the read and review,
Carol
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You're very welcome, Carol.
~Dean
Comment from frogbook
Excellent outpour of these stark feelings. Poignant emotion and daunting reality of this much dreaded disease. So sorry you are going through this but was glad to see you back and with your always excellent expression in words.
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Excellent outpour of these stark feelings. Poignant emotion and daunting reality of this much dreaded disease. So sorry you are going through this but was glad to see you back and with your always excellent expression in words.
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Hi,
thanks for the read and review,
Carol
Comment from Pantygynt
About the only good thing that has ever come out of this terrible disease is that it has been responsible for some remarkably good poetry -- quite a bit of it from your pen if I remember rightly.
This is another fine poem that attempts to grasp at the realities of the diesease and how it affects the nearest and dearest around the sufferer. The metaphorical descriptions that make up the bulk of the poem are both aprropriate and in their own way, beautiful; the "careful shutters" and the "cloistered odours" for example -- things that affect the visitor that give way in the second stanza to those things that directly affect the sleeping patient.
In the final tercet metaphor gives way to reality -- the screaming inside that has to be ignored as you take her hand. This is a magnificent piece of poetry. You may have been away from FanStory for a while but you have lost nothing of your expertise in describing the ongoing internal battle between love and frustration brought on by your mother's sickness.
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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About the only good thing that has ever come out of this terrible disease is that it has been responsible for some remarkably good poetry -- quite a bit of it from your pen if I remember rightly.
This is another fine poem that attempts to grasp at the realities of the diesease and how it affects the nearest and dearest around the sufferer. The metaphorical descriptions that make up the bulk of the poem are both aprropriate and in their own way, beautiful; the "careful shutters" and the "cloistered odours" for example -- things that affect the visitor that give way in the second stanza to those things that directly affect the sleeping patient.
In the final tercet metaphor gives way to reality -- the screaming inside that has to be ignored as you take her hand. This is a magnificent piece of poetry. You may have been away from FanStory for a while but you have lost nothing of your expertise in describing the ongoing internal battle between love and frustration brought on by your mother's sickness.
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Thank you so much, you have such a way with words...much appreciated. I have written a couple of other things recently that I didn't post, maybe I will dust them off. xx
Comment from Mark Valentine
Hi Carol, So sorry about all that's going on with your mom. This is an exquisitely-written, heart-wrenching account of what it must be like. " I wondered what dreams held her..." . One can't help but wonder what their internal life is like. Our way of connecting to other people is through being able to know, or at least guess well, what they're thinking and feeling. Not to be able to connect like that with someone you've been close to your whole life must be devastating. "I took her hand." put a lump in my throat.
While the circumstances are not optimal, it is great to see you posting again. I've missed you writing.
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Hi Carol, So sorry about all that's going on with your mom. This is an exquisitely-written, heart-wrenching account of what it must be like. " I wondered what dreams held her..." . One can't help but wonder what their internal life is like. Our way of connecting to other people is through being able to know, or at least guess well, what they're thinking and feeling. Not to be able to connect like that with someone you've been close to your whole life must be devastating. "I took her hand." put a lump in my throat.
While the circumstances are not optimal, it is great to see you posting again. I've missed you writing.
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Hi Mark,
Someone close to us said, I wonder what she thinks about. It's terrifying to contemplate - and I have no idea. Cloudy thoughts. I used to know what she was talking about, every time she said something a little bit incomprehensible, but I can't anymore.
Thanks so much for this kind review,
Carol
Comment from Ben Colder
There are studies out there and some have found a break-through. I watched the 700 club as two Dr states somethings that will ward off the cause. They will send u a free booklet concerning the subject. 1800-799-7000 Hope this helps.
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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There are studies out there and some have found a break-through. I watched the 700 club as two Dr states somethings that will ward off the cause. They will send u a free booklet concerning the subject. 1800-799-7000 Hope this helps.
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Thanks, Ben! I have not heard of this. It may be too late for my mom, but who knows?
Carol
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Check it out for future need. As long as there is breath in the body there is hope. Your mother included. Faith, a substance hoped for, evidence not seen.
Comment from Gloria ....
Hi Carol, so good to see you again. I've thought of your often so it's good to know you are still here.
This is a fine and highly emotive image filled poem of that horrid disease Alzheimer's. I cannot imagine what it must be like to see one's mother change so dramatically.
Great to see you back and I hope you'll be posting more. :)
Gloria
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Hi Carol, so good to see you again. I've thought of your often so it's good to know you are still here.
This is a fine and highly emotive image filled poem of that horrid disease Alzheimer's. I cannot imagine what it must be like to see one's mother change so dramatically.
Great to see you back and I hope you'll be posting more. :)
Gloria
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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This poem only begins to scratch the surface of what it's like to see someone with A.D. just disappear. It's really horrible - almost too much to write about.
Carol
Comment from karenina
God Bless you. I was an Alzheimer's RN for over twenty years...and went into the field after my grandmom developed this horrid disease because I saw a real need for caring people to advocate for this very fragile group of angels without memory. Your poem broke my heart. I've lived it, cared for those with it, prayed that my grandmom would recognize me just one last time before she took her last breath.....this is exquisitely painful...but it is exquisitely written.....
Karenina
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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God Bless you. I was an Alzheimer's RN for over twenty years...and went into the field after my grandmom developed this horrid disease because I saw a real need for caring people to advocate for this very fragile group of angels without memory. Your poem broke my heart. I've lived it, cared for those with it, prayed that my grandmom would recognize me just one last time before she took her last breath.....this is exquisitely painful...but it is exquisitely written.....
Karenina
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Thank you so much for this review, for understanding, and thanks for your important work...
Carol
Comment from Alexander Vasa
Hello Ciliverde, I liked your poem even though it is a heart-wrenching topic. My grandmother had Alzheimer's, but she was 97, so I guess something is going to take you then, but it was still sad seeing such a vibrant person go downhill this way. I empathize, and it is your mother, so it's closer. You describe the condition very poetically and with a lot of sensitivity. I noticed no errors, and thanks for sharing your experience, Ana.
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Hello Ciliverde, I liked your poem even though it is a heart-wrenching topic. My grandmother had Alzheimer's, but she was 97, so I guess something is going to take you then, but it was still sad seeing such a vibrant person go downhill this way. I empathize, and it is your mother, so it's closer. You describe the condition very poetically and with a lot of sensitivity. I noticed no errors, and thanks for sharing your experience, Ana.
Comment Written 13-Mar-2018
reply by the author on 13-Mar-2018
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Thank you Ana, I'm sorry you had to experience the same thing with your grandmother. My mother (81 now) should have had some good years left, now we just wait for the end...not easy. hugs,
Carol
