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Posted: Saturday, December 24, 2011 5:54 PM
Joined: 12/4/2011
Posts: 3697

Anyone want to share a poem or two or three?  I'm looking forward to reading your poems.


I found that when I was a caregiver, poems were the only way I could express my feelings.


This is one of those poems:



Winter Lookout 


Outside there are 

gray clouds, 

gray grass, 

gray weeds. 

I shiver at the bare chill, 

long for the warmth of summer, 

and need a hug from God. 

Any little happiness will do. 

You see, I have this pain, 

not sharp but dull, 

sapping away my joy. 


I want my foot on the gas pedal till sunset 

with nothing pressing back home, 

chocolate and pizza will do just fine 

as fill for this sinkhole of mine, and 

eyes as faucets will get me 

sure, quick relief. 


Of course, 

what I really need is hands of the clock 

in reverse, 

ticking back shared memories 

Mom misplaced along the way, 

but only Prayer and Paxil are left for me now. 



Posted: Sunday, December 25, 2011 1:07 AM
Joined: 12/25/2011
Posts: 7


I take one day at a time

Knowing this disease is just not his, it is  mine.

I only seek the good of each day

Blue sky or gray sky I honor the day.

You see I found out it is our thoughts

That create our emotions. 

I can be happy or sad

Depressed or not

It is all up to me how I encounter the lot.


No longer can He remember as his memory is gone, he still has a loving smile.

He can't remember how old he is but he acts young as a child.

He no longer is able to prepare his food, but he still can eat it.

He thinks he is in the military, Master Sargeant is his title. 

I say, "YES SIR" or "NO SIR" it seems to work for awhile.

I don't think what will be, I think what is now. 

I don't fear the unknown, it is a waste of my time.

Although this is not the life I chose it to be, I had visions of happy times together, but it is what it is nothing I can do to change it..   I am in the  process of saying my "goodbyes" as I lose a piece of him each day. 

Communication is far less than what it was before  He doesn't understand what I say.  But, I look at his baby blues, remind myself he is in there somewhere but not able to get out.

I don't have friends where I live, nor I don't have family to support me on either of our ends, I still  have my sweetie , who I know that loves me, he tells me everyday. And I find peace within me, that is where my God exists.  I am love, I am the God within, I am perfect, whole and complete and I focus on the here and now, find joy in each day, feel appreciative of what I do have, and I accept what is.. 

I love you my sweetie, wherever you are, you know I am here for you, like a bright shinning star. 

Posted: Sunday, December 25, 2011 8:06 PM
Joined: 12/4/2011
Posts: 3697

Smiley,  Thanks for sharing your poetry.  Please share again sometime soon.


God's Peace

Posted: Sunday, January 1, 2012 11:27 AM
Joined: 12/4/2011
Posts: 3697

Are there any more poets here?  I'll be putting more of my stuff on, but I want to read some of your stuff too.  Veronica
Posted: Monday, January 9, 2012 9:16 AM
Joined: 1/9/2012
Posts: 1

My neice wrote this poem.  It is so true of ALZ patients.  This is truly a heart breaking disease.


Small and feeble

though once great.

The old man lies

awaiting his fate.


Little does he know

of the world around him.

Nor does he remember

the love that surrounds him.


Long ago,

The man was strong.

Defended his family,

a joy to be among.


Now he lays

Skin and bone.

A pity of a man,

in his mind alone.


How much longer;

Will he suffer?

How much longer;

Will we suffer?


Does he deserve

to be coughing and wheezing?

Lying in bed

covered up--yet freezing?


Outings are rare.

Every meal is a chore.

He's lost all his hobbies.

Every night is tor-ture.


Could you imagine:

Losing all that you know?

Being confused,

and not having a home?


I think not.

So try not to judge,

when his life is over,

And God sends him above.


At times the greatest gift

May be death.

When souls are gone

Yet there remains a breath.



By   Kayce Hackenberg,  December 2011


Cheryle Gardiner
Posted: Tuesday, January 10, 2012 11:39 AM
Joined: 11/30/2011
Posts: 529

I wrote both of these right after Jim came home from rehab following three strokes. He's now in a memory care home, and I miss him so!

Sunday, June 19, 2011


When they ask you where you worked
You can tell them
And give them details.

When they ask if you have children
You can name them
And give them details

And so they say,
"Your long-term memory is good!"
And they smile and you smile and I smile.

When we go to bed
You can't remember which side you have slept on
For twenty years.

When you sit in my chair
In the family room
You don't understand when I ask,
"Do you want to sit there - or here?"
Where you have sat
For eleven years.

When you make coffee
You remember to use four scoops of coffee
But not how much water.
You can't find the teabags
Where they have been
For twenty years.

You marvel at how well I navigate
The route home from the doctor,
Through curves and roads with oddly-shaped turns.
A route you taught me,
On roads you have traveled
A thousand times,
But claim you have never seen.

What are long-term memories made of?

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Then and Now

One day
We were making plans to go to the Coast
To go clamming with friends.

One day
We were making plans to go to Yosemite,
So you could see El Capitan.

One day
We were making plans for another trip
To far away places.

One day
We were making plans to paint the house,
And tile the floors
And maybe find a new home to love as we do this one.

One day
You had a stroke.

I'm learning how to test your blood glucose
And give insulin shots.

I'm learning how to cook the foods you like
In a way that is healthier.

I cut up tiny pills and put them in tiny boxes
And smile when I bring them to you four times a day
And call them "appetizers."

I'm learning, still learning, still learning
Not to respond in anger when you take out your frustrations
On me.

Each night
I wake three or four or five or six times
To touch you, to test your blood,
To watch you breathe
To give thanks
That you are beside me.


Posted: Monday, January 23, 2012 1:49 PM
Joined: 1/23/2012
Posts: 3

That is beautiful, except I can see my mom. I plan to copy it, to have to read as times get worse. So sad, and so hard to watch them.


Jim Broede
Posted: Monday, January 23, 2012 9:55 PM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462

Give it time. It's been 5 years since my dear Jeanne died. And the only memories are good ones. Memories to savor. No sadness. Time has a way of healing the grievious wounds. And one quickly learns that the good spirit continues to live. --Jim

Posted: Saturday, February 4, 2012 3:20 PM
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Posted: Friday, February 17, 2012 5:53 PM
Joined: 1/10/2012
Posts: 5

Something I keep taped on the wall:


by Ruth Bell Graham


~~A Simple Prayer~~


Lord, when my soul is weary


and my heart is tired and sore,


and I have that failing feeling


that I can't take any more;


then let me know the freshening


found in simple childlike prayer,


when the kneeling soul knows surely


that a listening Lord is there.

Posted: Saturday, March 17, 2012 2:25 PM
Joined: 3/16/2012
Posts: 3

He eats he sleeps
he's in his skin
but doesn't know who he is
or where he's been

He gave me my smile
& my social style
I wish he'd come back
just for a while


His sparkly eyes still shine

his heart's still holding mine


When someone is lost but still there

still breathing life's air

it doesn't seem fair

they don't remember they care


It hurts holding on

it hurts letting go

only days have past

how long will this last


Its very new, I'm so confused

I've turned Dr. Seuss

into my muse




Posted: Tuesday, November 26, 2013 7:51 AM
Joined: 12/30/2012
Posts: 3520

These are all beautiful and heartfelt poems, thank you for sharing them.

Maybe soon I will have a poem to add.

Posted: Sunday, February 23, 2014 2:14 PM
Joined: 12/4/2011
Posts: 3697

Thanks Elena and Toni for your poems.



Looking for more poems from everyone.

Sea Field
Posted: Sunday, February 23, 2014 8:06 PM
Joined: 8/5/2012
Posts: 1872

A Portal?


“All is not as it appears to be” said the ancient One.  "Are you wise enough to discern the difference?”


Oh brain annihilating

life ending

memory erasing

sanity shredding

body paralyzing

hallucination evoking

relationship dismantling

speech unravelling

time obliterating

financial robbing

perception distorting

hope destroying

Black hole of life


Oh thief of lovers

thief of past

thief of thought

thief of joy

thief of friendship

thief of present

thief of peace

thief of companionship

thief of future

thief of serenity

Defiler of life


What is your purpose? 



Sea Field

December 2013



Jim Broede
Posted: Monday, February 24, 2014 9:05 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462

I like to experiment. Do things in different ways. Writing, for instance. Made my living for a long time. By writing. For newspapers. Stories about life. Happenings. Thoughts. Breaking news. Features.  Yes, the bad side of life, too. Dirty politics. My writing style has changed. Over the years. Especially since retiring. A more succinct way of saying things. Short sentences.  Selective but simple words. I practice. I pick the subjects. Random thoughts. Dictated. By my soul/spirit.  That way. I feel more poetic. A poet. In disguise. Expressing, My way. Never fearing. Assuming a natural role. As fool. So that some day I become. A true romantic idealist. A true spiritual free-thinker. A true political liberal. A true lover. A true dreamer. –Jim
Posted: Tuesday, February 25, 2014 1:51 PM
Joined: 12/4/2011
Posts: 3697



I've read some of your writings here.  You express yourself very well.  Wish more on the other message boards enjoyed coming here.  Peace, Veronica