Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Mag 214 — Caged



Create interests for yourself,
a house becomes a cage
when love goes.

She said those words to a
friend of a friend awhile ago,
feeling so wise for one
so young, for one with love
taken for granted -- as memory
is also taken for granted,
not expected to go.

Now, in this house, her
father putters around caregivers
who come and go, come and go,
like his flickering memory
turning to dust -- and she
comes and goes less and
stays more and more, caged,
hoping for one more lucid
smile, one more time to hear,
How's my darlin' girl today?
before love and memory
become only a mime's act.


Written for The Mag: Mag 214 that inspired with the above image prompt
(photo by Kelsey Hannah).
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12 comments:

kj said...

oh chills, lydia. you've written about my sister in law with a husband who is not longer capable of presence or empathy. i know you've written about more than that, but your words are so clear….

better and better and better, my friend

love
kj

Brian Miller said...

oh you pinged my heart pretty good in the second part...was thinking it was going another direction...

Lester Kish said...

So succinct Lydia. Decline is difficult to witness or experience.

teflon said...

I felt really sad reading this.. not to say it is beautifully expressed. But sad.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

Very relevant! So many are getting Dementia it's a diagnosis that steals one's life away slowly and painfully.

Kathe W. said...

sensitive and poignant.....I cannot imagine being trapped in that cage.

susan said...

Beautifully written, Lydia. Even more than a painful illness this fate is most fearful.

Tess Kincaid said...

A house becomes a cage when love goes...oh yes...

Narrator said...

Beautifully written. Thoughtful, too

Rob-bear said...

Such a sad, sad story!

Blessings and Bear hugs!

Cait O'Connor said...

I missed this one last week, sorry. It is a very moving piece.

Chris said...

Beautiful and endearing! Take care:) Chris

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