A Sonnet and Two Other New Poems(Words, Dementia, My Son)

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"A Mother's Song" -

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Experience 12 Minutes In Alzheimer's Dementia

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New Poems

Here are some new poems that I wrote. The First, titled A Mother's Eyes , is my attempt at writing a sonnet. The other two poems are free verse poems. The first is a poem titled Dementia, and it is about the scary feeling at the onset of a disease like Alzheimer's or senile dementia where a person begins to lose memories. The second, titled Words, is about how people use words to manipulate relationships. I hope you enjoy them all. Please feel free to send me your thoughts about them.

Thank you.

A Mother’s Eyes

My son, I look and see how much you’ve grown.

With joy and pride my hopeful heart does swell.

How wonderful to see the seed I’ve sown

Grow up to be a man who lives so well.


A man of honor, loyalty and love,

A man whose beauty shines from deep within,

Of whom even the angels would approve,

Who does his best to shy away from sin.


I watched you as you learned how to be kind.

I held you up as you learned how to run.

I listened as you learned to speak your mind.

I loved you just because you are my son.


And now your manhood I will not despise.

I only see you through a mother’s eyes.



Dementia

Small things are disappearing:

The colors of a daughter’s dress,

A first communion,

A wedding, a birth,

Slowly it all fades.

Can’t remember you.

Can’t remember my own name.

Where am I?

Terror creeps in

With things unfamiliar.

Where are all of my loved ones?

Do I have any loved ones?

Did I ever?

Alone in a world filled with people.

Where are my strings?



Words


Words are a game

We play to come together

The sounds are soothing and powerful,

Creation and division

Are carried eternally upon their waves

As punishment for arrogance

We get Babel

But to say “I love you”

Creates wings upon which we can fly

Forever-

Words can express truths

Or mask lies

When God speaks,

Things happen

I wonder what you will choose

To say to me?

How will our game be played?





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purpleveil 5 years ago from Vineland,NJ Author

Thank you. I do like to write the free verse. The formal poetry I enjoy reading, but i'a not that good at writing it yet. The prose poetry I don't get, although i'm working on it.


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cyclrmom 5 years ago from Destin, FL

I enjoyed your poems, particularly the free verse ones, that seems to be your niche.

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