day 24

Okay
again... since I have to write things for my class
and since said class takes up a lot of my free time
I am sometimes going to cheat
and offer up here
things that I write there...

try, when you read this.... to read it as a poem
from someone who's story you do not know
I know its hard
but try to see if the poem
really says what you think it says
on its own
without back story from me
if it says anything to you at all!



Alzheimer and son
To me my hands are gentlemen’s
They caress, they wash, they apply and balsam
To dad my hands are aliens
They puncture, they flame, they torture and bring pain

To me my words are companions
They compel, they soothe, they cause ease and amuse
To dad my words are dark demons
They beset, they scare, beleaguer and strike fear

I take care and beware, give fare and repair
He bemoans and atones, gives groans, is alone
I scream. I redeem. I browbeat and feel mean
He calms. he welcomes. he astounds and feels numb

To me my thoughts are summer dreams
They ponder, they scheme, remember and they team
To dad his thoughts are autumn leaves
They scatter, they fry, pulverize and turn dry