Always Rosemary
Posted: September 21, 2020 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: World Alzheimer's Day 10 CommentsThe 21st September is World Alzheimer’s Day. This poem, written five years ago, is dedicated to my mother in law, Rosemary, who lived alongside of Alzheimer’s for a number of years.
Sleeping now.
May your blanket be woven of spring time threads,
and flamespun from the azalea outside your window,
wild garlic fattening the woodland paths,
your fields, bested by bluebells,
Welsh oak, wild cherry, the rising sound
of saplings, keening in the breeze.
The crushed camelia heads that cushion the verge
below the trees
that you loved to see
as we were Fishguard, ferry bound.
Red petals gracing too, the secret garden,
where, a few snatched weeks ago,
we picked for you
Derek’s daffodils,
lingering strong and plump,
golden on your windowsill.
Sea thrift and campion binding the two Heads,
Dinas and Morfa dipping Westwards,
unwittingly majestic and yet, now, forlorn.
No longer held in your view.
Yet you loved to look out over these landmarks,
contemplating, ruminating,
reflecting perhaps,
on kinder, gentler days,
as you stared across the Bay
sometime sea shimmered,
at others, murk misted
and
“Can’t see Dinas Head’, you’d say.
But cliffs and headlands prevail,
rock steady,
as you well knew,
through older age and illness,
stoically surviving,
cup of tea reviving,
discomfort, trauma,
bravely borne.
Ages slipped by, unwittingly,
as such they do,
and gradually,
and I am sure,
unwillingly
you gathered your very self in,
breathed deep,
withdrew.
Harder to distinguish then
your hopes, your fears,
the altered state
the change of mind.
Some things are, it seems,
beyond the ken
of us, the ones to remain behind.
Left, bereft,
to nurse your memory,
there must be laughter,
there will be tears.
But for all that changed,
across these widowed years,
you remained
a smile,
a crossword clue determined
a flash of will.
And of this I am,
ever certain,
always Rosemary,
somewhere,
it might seem to be
adrift,
yet fixed,
blossoming still.
Resting now,
sure enough and
ready to greet us
from
behind the ethereal, floating curtain.
So beautiful Marc. Not only that though, it is so perceptive.
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Thanks Joy, as ever, grateful for the positive feedback. Hope that you are both safe and well, and painting flourishing (I love your work). Ciao! Marc and Helen xx
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Such a beautiful poem. Lovely memories. Makes me cry every time. X
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I have three old family friends – a couple who met my father at university and who have known me longer than almost anyone, and a friend inherited from my mother – living alongside dementia. Such sweetness and lightness in this poem. It was a joy to read it.
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Thanks Jo – that is great to read. Hope your friend’s journey will not be too tough. And that you and yours are safe and well. Marc x
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What a beautiful, poignant, heartfelt poem. Written with love for one who has slipped away. Thank you for sharing
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Thank you so much thatās lovely feedback and very much appreciated. Good fortune ahead for you and yours. Greetings Marc
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thank you so much, that is very much appreciated. Greetings and good fortune to you and yours. marc
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So lovely, Marc. As my mother takes steps down this same path, I wish such beauty and peace in her life – inside and out.
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Thank you Wendy, Iām glad that this has resonance. Good fortune to you, and, of course, to your mother. Take care. Greetings Marc
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