"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray

"Poetry unites." ~Anon

"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson

Written by Sarah Copeland
She lives in Gabriola Island, Canada


She weeps as she searches
in the cupboards, under the bed;
I search too as I follow her
from room to room, day to day;

when she sits and strokes the couch
cushions all faded orange and tries
to remember the morning's memories,
I am there too watching and waiting;

we sit, just the two of us there
and say her name over and over,
she starts in a decaying whisper
and ends in a frightened scream;

she's chasing the sun's rays with tired
eyes as she rises to search again
under flowerpots, behind the maple tree;
I search too, room to room, year to year.

Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.


  1. Anonymous said...
    great blog! found you on your old one - this poem makes me want to cry. it brings back memories of my grandmother who suffered dementia and died when i was 14.

    deola said...
    I like this one!
    Donna said...
    Lovely writing!

    Good luck with your new blog:)
    WHY said...
    Four stars!!

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