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the sofa i sleep on has
hard edges, ridges
nudging me awake to
listen to your
restlessness
a certain clawing at the
spaces now left open
in your memory as
you try to grasp
reality
i can only imagine as
it might happen whilst
waking from a dream
strands of which
stray
not attached to anything
the rest falling away
like jig saw puzzle pieces
lost but not really
like
the night is still there as
you unlock the door and
peer into darkness how
it must feel at times
even after
going back to bed and
i hear your gentle breathing
before you sleep awhile
longer safe and
dreamless
while i remain vigilant
listening to cricket noise
feeling how you hugged
me saying ‘don’t have
bad dreams’
© April 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
aww what a tender moment…the hug in the sleep and the reassurance…i love listening to the breathing as well while they sleep…there is reassurance in that for me as well…
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Thanks Brian! This is about dad and my effort to adjust to him as he now is. Short term memory is no longer in tact but he has the best sense of humour and I am grateful for that.
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You’ve captured that moment in time perfectly. Thanks for sharing this poignant piece.
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Thank you and for visiting. There are some things that need to be written down.
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‘falling away like jigsaw pieces’..is cool..sometimes we can put dreams back together but separating the reality doesn’t quite fit…..like this very much.
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Thank you!
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Oh, Renee, this is just too much. It so perfectly describes what I’ve been through recently. Whoever it was, and whenever it was, my heart goes out to you.
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Thank you for your comment. I had a feeling it would strike a chord with you. It is about my dad. His long term memory is still very good but short term not so much. But he seems to be taking it in stride and doesn’t let on and still has a wonderful sense of humour. It is an adjustment, though, but we are thankful for what we have.
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Thinking of your Renee, Hope all is well? with things over there.. I have been thinking about you recently and then up pops this post today…You have captured perfectly I think what those muddled pieces of a puzzle must be like in the dark recesses of a fragile mind…
Big Hugs your way xxx
Sue x
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This is about dad and although his short term memory was a bit off it is now much more pronounced due to his recent happening of which I told you. His longterm memory is still very good as is his humour so there is much to be thankful for. Thank You!
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This is such a sweet couples poem. We need more of these!
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
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This is actually about dad but it could very well be about a couple. I write about what I know and most times that would be family. Thank You!
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This evoked the deepest of emotions for me. My mother has dementia–I disease I dealt with throughout my long nursing career. And yes, the puzzle pieces create a very powerful metaphor.
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I visited my dad just recently to give my sister a bit of a break. It wasn’t this bad until recently and won’t go into details but just to say some of it could have been avoided but dad is who he is and lives his life as he see fit. His longterm memory is spot on and his humor never ceases but when he is tired it shows a bit more than at other times. Just 9 months ago it was so much better than now. Just another part of life to adjust to for me and especially for dad. Thank You for your comment.
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Such a gentle and tender poem – beautifully done
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Thank you and for visiting!
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