Writing 201: Poetry. Day 5: Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
My Grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, before she passed away. Even though, I have not been diagnosed myself, some days are harder than others, for me to remember things. In my poem, I share with you, some of my foggy moments.
My memory is a little cloudy about that incident
Why didn’t you remember?
I forgot… What? I forgot…
How can you forget something so important?
I don’t know?
I walk into a store, after a few minutes… I think, where am I and why am I here.
And what do I need.
Life’s journey is a bicycle ride down the hill.
What was I doing?
Hmm… What was I doing? I have no clue.
I took my contacts out of my eyes and threw them in the sink.
Why didn’t I put them in my contact lens case?
I put a cup of water in the microwave to make some tea.
Why did I take the cup out and drink it, while it was hot, without a tea bag?
Now… What was I suppose to do? I can’t think…
Life is a rollercoaster, which every one has to go through.
I think, of a lot of things, all the time…
How can I forget the one thing, that I’m suppose to be doing.
I need milk… I went to two stores today, but I forgot the milk!
Today is a new day, I just came back from the store, but I forgot the….
A cell phone is a light in a sea of darkness.
What is my home phone number? *I don’t know, I don’t call myself. I will get my cell phone, so I can tell you.”
* (Tip: sometimes, it better to use this line, instead of trying to remember your phone number, when your put on the spot)