What I Know About Alzheimer's

[71degrees]

This is wonderful and yet horrible for me to read as am still grieving for my grandmother. I have posted at some of the morning pointe series here; I don't know if it's therapeutic or not. My therapist says it is, and I pay her a lot, so I suppose it must be, right?

I normally don't assume the poet is the N. but you can't write words like that without living through them.
It's a beautiful piece and I have no criticism or can see no fault; I'm sure that others might view it with a more critical eye, but I cannot. not now.

Hugs,

mel.

My father died five years ago. My last years w/him were beyond tough and I am just now coming to terms w/him and his place in the universe. Peace to you. Oh, and your therapist is correct. Trust her, but better yet, trust yourself when you feel like writing about it. It does hurt…but in a good way.

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Could use some periods. Some of the line breaks are odd as in the first stanza:

"I’ve always wondered
when father dreamed,
whether he remembered the names
of his grandchildren, whether he ever
left a path and wandered away,
yet was able to return,
even in a pouring rain"

which could be

I’ve always wondered
when father dreamed,
whether he remembered <"whether" to "did" so you don't have "whether" twice so close together>
the names of his grandchildren,
whether he ever left a path
and wandered away,
yet was able to return,
even in a pouring rain


Best,

Dale

I agree the "rain" image needs work. Sometimes I just need to get it down while it's rolling around in my head. Thank you.