Tuesday, May 03, 2016

A Notebook Story -- a poem for Tuesday Platform

There was this lady. She was a fine Little Old
(ER) Lady, a LOL, training for my brain
She was someone's mother, someone's mother-in-law

I never saw this lady without her notebook
she and I were calling it her little black book
You may have been written there, I was in it well

She'd look you in the eye, write your name in her book
Chances are she didn't know your name, so she'd ask
Seems she and you or I were talking yesterday

Then she'd write what we were saying and where we were
Her written word would be her memory later
today or tomorrow.  Alzheimer's is awful

(May be continued another day--check here)
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Photo and Poem Copyright © 2010 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Marian at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform
Marian wrote of Notebooks. This lady we met on our China tour carried hers everywhere..

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At Wednesday, May 04, 2016 3:18:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

Oh that last line tugged hard at my heart... we might hate those black books... but when it's lost it just become worse

At Wednesday, May 04, 2016 6:11:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

Yes, one has to find ways and means to overcome the affliction before it fully takes over. It will then be a disaster, a point of no return!


At Wednesday, May 04, 2016 10:26:00 AM, Blogger Maude Lynn said...

Wow. That closing line is like a punch in the gut. Well done, Jim.

At Wednesday, May 04, 2016 2:29:00 PM, Blogger Angie said...

oh, this is ingenious for memory. simple, but hopefully it works.

At Thursday, May 05, 2016 9:39:00 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

It keeps the memories somewhere.
Nicely penned Jim. Hope all is sunshiny in your part of the world

At Friday, May 06, 2016 11:06:00 AM, Blogger Marian said...

Aw! Gosh I did not expect the Alzheimer's bit. Argh!


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