We walked together
hand in hand on the beach,
laughing as waves
licked our bare feet.
* Was it real? *
You told me you love me
for the first time
after I made us dinner
and burned the brownies.
I pounced on you
and said, "I love you too."
* Was it real? *
We watched a sunset
so beautiful it made me weep
You laughed at me,
so, I smacked you playfully.
We chuckled our way
to the bedroom.
* Was it real? *
Damned dementia,
Was it real?
Tell me it was real.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Stunning work! So Poignant!
Damned dementia really threw me off - say it isn’t so! You captured it from our POV outside that illness. 🫶🏻
Nice
Heartbreaking
Heartbreaking
I didn’t expect that turn at the end. Heartbreaking. It was real.
Heartbreaking.
The unreality of reality… or possibly the reality of unreality. Very touching
Oh know, I forgot again! No, it was real! Loved your story!
Oh shit, didn't expect dementia to come in. That hit hard. Loved your poem!
Dementia can be tough 😞 Beautiful poem though!
A Memory can make anything real, but only let the good ones do that
Very well done.
It was real. Its normal to grieve. Memories of them is what gets us through. I hope this help you in some ways. Its ok to cry. 🫂