To the Editor:
I hear you and the things you say.
I see you and recall the memories from yesterday.
I have things that I want to say.
My eyes see, my mind speaks, but my thoughts don’t make it out of my mouth.
Look at my eyes and listen to my mind.
Touch my hand and feel my pain and my love for you, that I alone can claim.
In my heart is so much pain.
It is so difficult to explain.
I am held captive in my own body, and I cannot speak the words I want to say.
Hold my hand, touch my cheek; through our minds our thoughts will speak.
Your thoughts and touch mean so much to me.
The memories are still there; it is just that sometimes they are difficult to share.
I know you think I’m not aware, but even when my eyes are closed, and you sit by my bed, I know you are there.
There are times I hear you cry and say a little prayer, but rest assured, that is one of the ways I know you care.
It is Alzheimer’s that binds the mind and seals the lips.
I am aware and full of love and life, even though my mind does slip.
Within this body of mine is still a soul that is loving and kind.
So, thanks for being there and coming to visit and share, because your presence today tells me, yes, you really care.
Dennis E. Jaynes