Someday I’m going to tell you about my Mother’s eyes. Not now though. If I tell you about her eyes now you’ll see what I see. The dull gaze. The vacant stare. The tiny pupil. So so small.
https://saraalvarado.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/IMG_8219-scaled.jpg 2560 1920 Sara Alvarado /wp-content/uploads/2015/11/SaraAlvaradoLogo.jpg Sara Alvarado2020-10-28 08:44:172020-11-14 13:44:37Poem: Alzheimer’s Eyes
Yesterday, she held my hand in hers. It was warm, she was close, and her skin so soft. Yet her eyes were cold and distant. The contradiction was shocking.
I call them Alzheimer’s Eyes.
I’ve been on this journey a while now. Doesn’t matter how long though, I still experience the shock of it.
Thankfully, I have photos of the eyes that used to adore me with a love deeper than I have ever known. I won’t forget them. I have photos. I have proof of the sparkle that existed. That lit up the room.
But right now, I can’t remember them.
Right now, every time shut my eyes I see her dull gaze looking beyond me. I see her vacant stare.
The icy blue sends a shiver through me and burns a hole in my heart.
Someday I’m going to tell you about my Mother’s eyes. Not now though. Now I’m going to soothe myself to sleep and hope tomorrow is a better day.