His Eyes' Speak Alzheimer's Poem by Patricia Kelley

He lies in his bed with his eyes closed, looking like an over grown infant.
Ambulant
Only in his dreams.
He loudly screams.
He's like a frightened child.
That has turned wild.

I want to cuddle him in my arms.
Promising him no harms.
Like a lioness that has found her lost cub.
I gently rub his head.
He lies there in bed.

He tenderly looks at me, while clutching his diaper.
As if I'm a Candy Striper.

He hears the sound of my voice and opens his eyes'.
He gets, and eager rise.
By surprise!

He tries to speak with no sound coming from his lips. He's forgotten how to speak struggling inside, he cries.
He moans about the stage two, open bedsores on his hips.

Pain is on his shaky lips.
He points to his hips.