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Through a Stranger's Eyes

She sits before lonely window pane,
embodied void in human disguise.
Gaze outcast to spring colors in bloom,
each vivacious hue to memorize.
Yet I know, with heavy downcast heart,
she sees it all through a stranger's eyes.

Kneeling beside creaky rocking chair,
her vacant stare, I notice, despise.
No want, no care, thankfully no pain,
though sometimes she utters childlike cries.
Grieving life she no longer recalls,
watching the world through a stranger's eyes.

This pillar of strength I love, adore -
now a tangled mesh the mind denies.
Bittersweet memories I must hold,
a confident face my heart belies.
As I turn her countenance to mine,
she peers at me through a stranger's eyes.

My soul lays splintered, already lost -
shattered consciousness flesh shell defies.
Her hand slack in mine, I pray, dear God,
bring this cruel joke to peaceful demise.
Still, here she sits, mask of dignity,
long past power for heartfelt goodbyes.

Looking at me through a stranger's eyes...

Author notes

I would say that I have chosen option #2. I chose to reflect Never to Be Remembered, http://allpoetry.com/poem/2240000 by DarkenedAuras. I chose this particular poem, because I too, have had to deal with family and loved ones battling a disease that removes the mind, but leaves the body intact. My great grandmother also had Alzheimers, and my husband's grandmother is currently existing through the advanced stages of Dementia. My heart goes out to all of those that have had to sit and watch the ghostly shell of one held dear to their hearts.

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  • DK akaLunaticSerene gold member
    January 4, 2007

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    Heartrending

    My father has parkinson's disease, this is a subject that hits very hard. you have rendered it hauntingly! Good job poet! Good luck!****


  • LordVampirEternal
    December 20, 2006
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    excellent

    a very sad but beautiful write you have succeded well in capturing the the pian and agony of of watching the loss of all that once was a loved one you have done an amazing job on this and should be very proud this is a great poem BRAVO


  • December 20, 2006

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    VEry Good

    Wow that was so amazying it it sounds so familar to me maybe because i sometimes feel that way well keep up the good work babes your and angel in disguise your poem was lovely when you get more poems plzzz let me be the first to know well sending love ur way may love always be with u o hey check out my page i dont have many poems but hey maybe u could help me beocme a better poet well love ya chick g2g


  • Soulful Woman silver member
    December 20, 2006
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    This was a beautiful tribute to those that are lost within themselves with their memories. It is sad to see them so healthy on the outside and living in a space where they are lost in time. Beautifully done.
    Soulful Woman


    • S D McDaniel
      December 20, 2006
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      thank you very much.. it is difficult.. and the worse part.. is there is nothing you can do, but sit back and watch it happen.


  • SouthernSexGoddess
    December 20, 2006
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    Awesome poem1 I loved it. You certainly have ability. Keep on writing. God bless!


  • Tiffany Turner
    December 20, 2006

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    great work

    this is a great write i really liked it. it seemed to flow really good. and the way that you wrote it made me able to understand what is going on. keep up the great work.


    tiffany


    • S D McDaniel
      December 20, 2006
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      thank you. It is hard to sit back and watch friends, family, and loved ones deteriorate day by day. And when it's the essance of the person you are losing, and the body remains healty, it's even worse... the one you love is gone... but there is an empty shell as a daily reminder... a smack in the face if you think about it.

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