Her mind was slipping
Down one step
Then two
A roll of paper
Escaping across the floor
But he had loved her too long
So he didn’t see it
Didn’t want to
Till she could hide it no more
By then
There were just scraps of who she used to be
Scattered too far apart
For even his big loving heart
To pick them all up
And they blew away on the wind
Never to be seen again
Except in the brief moments
When he pressed a kiss to her forehead
And her heart noticed him standing there
But she was gone again by the time he looked up
Wow, incredible. Loved the toilet paper analogy. Really felt a sense of loss from the poem, and its structure.
Thanks – yes Alzheimer’s is hard and the poem was based on my parents 🌾
Beautifully written !
Loved the fact that you name each post’s heading very appropriately.
Also a very unique blog name!
Thanks so much I love storytelling, poetry and photography so everything seems to be coming together here nicely.
How the name came into being is on the About page but basically I really am just a thousand bits of paper inside and out.
On the inside I have the thousands of books that I have read and on the outside I have post it stickers and journals and notes everywhere. Nice to finally have a spot to finally start storing it.
Do hope you continue to enjoy the blog and thank you for you lovely comments.
True. Internally there are so many thoughts stuck! That was the same reason for me to start a blog too! Surely I am looking forward to read more from you!
I simply got stuck to the title of the poem.
Beautiful piece.
Thank you glad you enjoyed