Aging Poem

Dedicated to every family whose parent is suffering with dementia or altzheimer's disease.

Living With Dementia

She’s trapped inside the prison walls
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be,
Has long been left behind.

There are times she’s quite alert,
Her memory’s still intact.
Then there are days when she disappears,
And we know it’s not an act.

No longer able to care for herself,
We couldn’t leave her alone.
Her safety had to be assured,
So we placed her in a home.

Good days are when we visit her,
And she calls us by our name.
She’s grateful for the company,
And thankful that we came.

Most of the time it’s difficult,
To see our Mom that way.
All we can do is love her now,
As we take life day by day.


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Published: Jul 2008

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  • I was searching the website for poems and found this one which touch my heart as my own mother is suffering from dementia and Alzheimer's and she to has good days as we do. thanks.

    tanea b flores Submitted Nov 2008
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  • Dementia is a hard thing to take, i just cannot work out if its harder for you or harder for your love one?

    To answer my own question, I won’t forget
    those visits to the home to see mother.
    What a joy to see her smiling face
    as she turned and said, “Are you my brother”.

    What could I say? The truth? Of course.
    “No mother, its me, your son John”
    What a joy to see her smiling face
    She replied, “My son! Have I got one?”

    The home to her was like a prison
    and many times she said, “Do I live here?”
    It was a joy to see her smiling face
    I forgot how many times I said, “Yes dear.”

    From 80 to 90 dementia destroyed her
    until she was taken into Gods grace.
    I hope he knows just what he as taken?
    When he looks with joy at mums smiling face.


    Caveat emptor Submitted Jul 2009
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  • Hi my name is Karen and I work in a home for people with dementia, it is the most heartbreaking job that I have ever done and I love them all. They have touched my heart in a way that I cannot explain, if I can make them smile, I go home smiling, if they have a bad day I go home feeling sad, they are people who still have feelings. I am just one of many who feel this way. people are often frightened of dementia because they do not understand, but they are people like you and me, but they are trapped in a world of their own.

    Karen Submitted Aug 2010
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  • wow, this really touched me, my grandfather had Alzheimer's disease, and I know how you felt. he soon forgot how to walk, talk, and he didn't know anybody. he passed 3 years this coming April 15th, he's no longer sick.! - Great poem, it was beautifully written

    Jessica Phillips Submitted Dec 2010
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  • Wow... I loved this poem and will have to share it with my family! Both my stepdad and my Pawpaw have Picks disease, a type of dementia. This is such a horrible thing... But then you'll have days where it's like the old him is back! I always say its better to laugh than cry.

    Aly, Texas Submitted Oct 2011
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  • In 1978 my mom had a breakdown and so to help we added a wing onto our home in 1985 so I could help out. In 1990 my dad became partially paralyzed and a few years later he suffered with Parkinson's disease until his death in 2000. After my father's death my mother's dementia started to progress. Needless to say at age 66 I have burned out being the only Caregiver! Because I want the best for my mother I want to place her in a GOOD home where she can be watched over both day and night, but I'm getting the wrath of God from many for upsetting my mom. I'd like to share that Caring for your aging parent is a hard job and friends and family should care about the caregiver's well-being too!!!! I want my mom to be in a safe environment where she can be watched 24/7 and I can start enjoying my kids again and my grandkids...does that make me bad????

    Jeanne Hannah Submitted Oct 2012
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  • Hi, beautiful poem.
    Dementia is the saddest thing ever. I too am going through it with my mum, I'm so sad constantly I can't believe how many people are going through this. My heart is with you all god bless you xxx

    Debbie B Submitted Jan 2013
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  • I love this poem it describes my mother so well, as she has since passed in April of this year it will be 4 years My mother had Alzheimer's, and it was the saddest thing to see my mother go through such a terrible disease. I know LOVE conquers everything!! I embraced my mother everyday with LOVE and UNDERSTANDING until she passed away!

    Kim, Winterville, Nc Submitted Jan 2013
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  • My Grandfather had memory lapses and passed away recently and this poem remind me so much of him , some days he couldn't remember me other days he could.

    Jasmine Submitted Jan 2013
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  • This poem reminded me so of my darling mother, she passed away in July of 2012, after living for about a decade with AD. It's always hard to place your love one in someone else's care, but with AD in the advanced stages, it's the kindest thing to do. This horrible disease steals the mind of your love and leaves them with a shell of a body.

    Wanda, Texas Submitted Jan 2013
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  • I am a caregiver for the elderly and I have seen the hardest of times with Dementia and Alzheimer.
    It is horrifically sad to see such wonderful people taken by loss of memory the people who get this from my experience loose not only themselves but their past, the future, their family, their friends. They loose their home which is sacred to them, their pets.
    Why is it that special people have such awful diseases. the stages are as scary as the names.
    They go from one day having just a little memory loss to a month later forgetting where they come from then months down the road they just don't understand who is around them why they are here or there. My heart breaks for each and everyone of my beloved people I have taken care of and still am taking care of . We have to be their voices and their hearts and their souls until they part from this life just do they go with dignity.

    Loretta, NY Submitted Apr 2013
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  • I work in a care home caring for people suffering dementia of varying degrees of severity. It is a job I love, very rewarding, but also very difficult, it gives me immense joy when I can get through to a person who mostly would scream and hurl abuse at me, this I do not mind. I understand the confusion they must feel. When someone can relay to me parts of their pasts, their jobs, their homes their families, to see them smile or sometimes cry as they remember, it is good to know just for that short time they seem to be feeling happy, and I have spent time with them and helped to bring forth this happiness. Then when they have forgotten a short while later, everything they have told me, sadness takes over, but I continue to try to bring them back to a good place in their minds, God bless all those who are suffering this very cruel disease.

    Susan, Essex Submitted 11/15/2013
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  • This poem really touched me. It is nearly two years since I reluctantly put my husband into full time care.
    I visit him every other day. He usually recognizes me but does not know who I am. Just a face that he knows. Luckily he has stayed his placid self and always says "thank you" when anyone does anything for him.
    I think it is harder on me than him as he is now in his own world. He had to be restrained as he kept getting up and falling and is not mobile anymore and has to have everything done for him.
    Really sad for such an active man to end up like this.

    Kamo, New Zealand Submitted 1/8/2014
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  • My mother has dementia, it is heartbreaking to see the way she is now, cannot walk, go the bathroom, wanting to go home to her mother who has passed. It just gets worse, having to leave my mother in a nursing home broke my heart. She really does not have any good days. I love her so much, my heart goes out to everyone who has dementia, and their family.

    Geraldine Submitted 1/13/2014
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  • I live with my dementia mother for the past 2 yrs. Wanted to give my mother the best I quit job and terminated our maid. My mother started her dementia in early days after my father's death. During then I thought she'd be ok in the long run. However, she started hallucinating and that was when I plan to look after her full time.

    Linda Submitted 1/28/2014
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  • It's a few weeks since I wrote about my mother with dementia, my mother is gone to the last stage of dementia the end of life. She has stopped eating, and won't take her blood pressure tablets. The doctor said it could be any time from now on, it's terrible watching her fade away, my father only died the end of November, gone in the nursing home with lung disease. If anyone has any feedback on end of life, I would be most grateful. thank you.

    Geraldine, Terenure Submitted 1/29/2014
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  • It is the most hardest, saddest thing to see your Mother slowly fading. In the beginning we all thought it was just old age. Than my step father passed and than my Mother started to progress quickly. Hallucinating, wandering from room to room, not being able to sit for more than 5 minutes, some days forgetting how to use the toilet. Some days I just cry. Just so sad. She is in a home now but I just have to be there every day. My husband needs twenty-four hour care (from having a stroke) so I divide my time between the two. Some days I have a real hard time dealing with all this. My Mother is 75. She's supposed to be enjoying life now.

    Cindy Submitted 3/15/2014
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