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..
Labels: Flirty Guy, Poem, Syllabic Form, Tuesday Platform
posted by Jim @ 5/03/2016 11:30:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Oh that last line tugged hard at my heart... we might hate those black books... but when it's lost it just become worse
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!
Hank
Wow. That closing line is like a punch in the gut. Well done, Jim.
oh, this is ingenious for memory. simple, but hopefully it works.
It keeps the memories somewhere.
Nicely penned Jim. Hope all is sunshiny in your part of the world
Aw! Gosh I did not expect the Alzheimer's bit. Argh!
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