Between Then and Now

hand heart
I wear my heart on an open page,
Free for all to read if they take the time,
But who can see what’s not visible here,
Realise what is written between the lines.

Who can relate to a pain so cruel,
Stripped to the bone, a soul that bleeds,
Another day lost, another year,
Helplessness brings me to my knees.

Distant now, and out of reach,
Some other time, in a place not far,
Cocooned in remembrance, a single blink,
As fragile as a new born star.

Holding to my lips a delicate hand
That once held mine, or caressed my brow,
Spotted, gnarled, with papery skin,
The situation is reversed here now.

She turns to me, and pulls me close,
Her smile can warm the coolest day,
Recognition becomes my guiding light,
And chases dementia’s shadows away.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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