Dementia Poems
Glimpses of My Mom
by Richard Randolph
'Who are you? ' she asks.
'I'm Rick, ' I say.
'That's funny, ' she says. 'I have a son named Rick.'
She stares at me.
'You look something like him.'
'Mom, I'm your son Rick.'
'Oh, my Rick! ' she exclaims.
She reaches out her hand, and I take it gently.
It's cold and I can see blue veins just beneath the skin.
'How are you doing, Mom? '
......
The Boy Who Ate Flowers
by Bogdan Dragos
He ate flowers.
this mentally challenged boy
from the countryside
I used to watch him
in the fields
when I visited my grandparents
as a kid
He was like an exotic thing
a wild beast chasing
......
guess we're both crazy after all
by Bogdan Dragos
"It's not that it was the worst
but it was very bad," the old
man said.
"I wasn't hanging but the noose
was so thick around my frail neck.
I was nine. And the
forest was
dark.
Night.
And holding me, they made my
......
aren't we all one head trauma away from him?
by Bogdan Dragos
The soul must know something
that the mind
can’t comprehend
That’s what they said when
they watched him
from afar
He slept under the bridge
at night
......
The Boxer - in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
......
The Boxer - in Trumps own words
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
......
Glimpses of My Mom
by Richard Randolph
'Who are you? ' she asks.
'I'm Rick, ' I say.
'That's funny, ' she says. 'I have a son named Rick.'
She stares at me.
'You look something like him.'
'Mom, I'm your son Rick.'
'Oh, my Rick! ' she exclaims.
She reaches out her hand, and I take it gently.
It's cold and I can see blue veins just beneath the skin.
'How are you doing, Mom? '
......
You stole her soul
by Cat Germaney
A lucid moment when you grabbed my face
"Its you" you said
My heart did race
She knows who I am she's no longer alone
Trapped in that mind where she has no where to go
The moment soon passed
The recognition didn't last
She let go of my face
My heart no longer raced
For her mind was once again lost
......
guess we're both crazy after all
by Bogdan Dragos
"It's not that it was the worst
but it was very bad," the old
man said.
"I wasn't hanging but the noose
was so thick around my frail neck.
I was nine. And the
forest was
dark.
Night.
And holding me, they made my
......
aren't we all one head trauma away from him?
by Bogdan Dragos
The soul must know something
that the mind
can’t comprehend
That’s what they said when
they watched him
from afar
He slept under the bridge
at night
......
