Alzheimers Disease

Living In The Moment

LIVING IN THE MOMENT

balloons everywhere
smiling faces, bountiful;
a celebration
she’ll remember…if only
til the candles are blown out

2017-09-06
P. Wanken

 Shared at Poems of Garden Gnomes.

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Visiting (H)ours — A Tricube Poem

Robert Lee Brewer is an editor for Writer’s Digest, and hosts their poetry blog Poetic Asides. He provides weekly prompts, facilitates two Poem-A-Day (PAD) challenges each year (in April, for National Poetry Writing Month; and November, for a chapbook challenge that coincides with National Novel Writing Month), and throughout the year he introduces new poetry forms and often hosts a challenge for those new forms. The April and November PAD challenges, and the form challenges, result in a winner (or winners) being chosen.

In January this year, we were introduced to the Tricube form, and the related challenge was posted in February.

Here are the rules of tricubes:

  • Each line contains three syllables.
  • Each stanza contains three lines.
  • Each poem contains three stanzas.

So we’re talking cubes in mathematical terms (to the third power). No rules for rhymes, meter, etc. Just three, three, and three.

On May 3rd, Robert posted his selections for the top 10 Tricubes. And for the first time in six years of participating in various challenges, my name was on the list! I had submitted three Tricubes, and here is the one that placed in the top 10:

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VISITING (H)OURS

Every day
he shows up
to have lunch

with her; she
doesn’t know
who he is.

He still comes,
because he
still knows her.

Jarred Memories

jar - wordgatheringOur time together has changed over these past few months. What once was an uninterrupted stream of conversation that felt like a long walk through our old neighborhood—familiar, filled with memories—is now staccato-like thoughts expressed in limited vocabulary. Her memories, stored like jars on a shelf, opened only when she has the mental strength to do so. I see the struggle in her eyes to piece together words to go with whatever picture floats through her mind. If only I could see the label on the jar to help her open it, like I did with the pickles so many years ago.

my love, my wife ~
memories remain…even
if locked away

2015-10-28
P. Wanken

Shared at Margo’s Wordgathering

Another poem written in memory of my Grandma Grace,
who struggled her final years with Alzheimer’s Disease,
and my Grandpa Leroy, who cared for her until the end.