The shadows of memory
Who is this woman that lies beside me?
She looks so frail, so old
That isn’t the same person I married
The same wife, I used to hold.
As I feel no different
From how I did as a teen
But the world around me alters so quickly
Reality is handed over to a perplexing scene.
Today I walked for twenty minutes to the shops
And didn’t have a clue in how to get back
I sit for hours in front of the television most days
Constrained by the initiative, I now so badly lack.
As I can no longer recall words, names or dates
Yet alone why I placed the iron in the bureau drawer
Full of agitation and growing suspicion
Behind a wall of voices that impatiently ignore.
Shouting in my face as if I were deaf
Whilst patronizing my once acute mind
But if only this shadow stopped following me
The person everyone remembered is never far behind.
© Daniel North 2005