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Forgotten

 

I remember climbing those red stone steps

 

And now I can’t comprehend

 

Why I am left here all alone

 

In a strange room, full of discontent

 

Please let me go back to my little home

 

Where familiarity occupies my mind

 

Why did you bring me to this place

 

Is it because I am blind

 

I know I do silly things

 

And you get angry when I do

 

I apologise for getting old

 

And when my thoughts go all askew

 

But I still have a beating heart

 

Although it cries out in vain

 

I pray to God to take me now

 

If I cause you so much pain

 

Will you let me die in my own bed

 

Where your mother died, some months ago

 

I beg you son please take me home

 

I should not be here you know.

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Written September 10th, 2006

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  • pozo
    September 16, 2006
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    I felt that there was a great use of form here. I felt that you described the memories powerfully here. Good use of narrative here. This was a very powerful piece. Keep writing, this was quite a sad poem.
    Best wishes
    Pozo

  • Lora
    September 11, 2006
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    This is such a tender piece and indicates some of the problems many of us will face as we age. Hopefully there are loving, caring people around when those time come. Enjoyed this read very much.

  • Libra
    September 11, 2006
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    Dear poet, after reading your comment I felt I had to reply to you first.
    Sometimes we have to consider things that are unpleasant and the thought of placing your dad in a care home is unfortunate for him and for you and your family but we have to look at the practical side of things...it is obvious that you care for your father a great deal and it is his welfare that you are most anxious about.There are some wonderful homes out there with excellent staff who will be kind and loving towards him.
    I find this is mostly trial and error...what suits one is unbearable to another.Visit some homes yourself and talk to the residents some of the elder folk really speak their minds and will tell you the truth.
    I wish you well in your search and that you find the special place where your dad can be happy.
    Good luck to you both
    I am sure you will do the right thing for all your family.
    God Bless
    Babs


  • XxMissundastoodxX
    September 10, 2006
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    Insightful

    That was a very sad write Libra, you made it easy for the audience to sympathise with the character in your poem...
    Take care...
    Mareta


  • Nature Song silver member
    September 10, 2006
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    Very interesting poem. Sad in some ways that we will all be there someday! And you talk about my writing you surpass mine anyday! Luv ~Sie

  • Dark Minstrel
    September 10, 2006
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    sincere and poignant

    this is very nicely done. smooth flow for a rhymed piece and i like smooth conversational style works. the speaker in the piece comes through clear, true, and impassioned. my family and i are having to look at putting my father in an assisted living facility because he can't take care of himself. The substance of the piece is why it is so difficult to do. I've told my family, if I ever get to that point, put me out of my misery, cuz the thoughts you portray in the piece aren't thoughts i want to have to have.


  • Edna Sweetlove
    September 10, 2006
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    I like the idea of "preying" to the god -

    this is a very interesting
    and amusing concept
    and I compliment you
    on its originality.


  • lovelifelive gold member
    September 10, 2006
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    tip my hat off to thee

    being a aid myself this poem could never be said any other way graeat read keep up the good work

  • anon167
    September 10, 2006
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    powerful read, really makes you think about a subject not often written on in AP! Very powerful, gives the impression of the innocence of youth yet in an old shell, awesome


  • JohnWaynePalsy
    September 10, 2006
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    yeah

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  • candyinchelsea
    September 10, 2006
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    BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!!
    STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART

  • Survivor Dean
    September 10, 2006
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    Good poem, it seems to be about a father going into a rest home or something, very sad.


  • September 10, 2006
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    terrific

    This poem is so special. I surely think the theme is so wonderful. Your job as a Social Worker also gives you a fantastic source of wonderful poetry for all of us to read. Inwhich your remarkable pen transforms into idea narrative poetry that we so ever so love to read. My ever so talented poet and friend.


  • Shannon62875
    September 10, 2006
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    WOW! This is a very great write... Is it about kidnapping or something! im really sorry and i hope everythign works out great!!!

    Shannon*Leah

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