Before I Go


I need to record a lifetime of memories

that will soon cease to be a part of me.

I want to recall the beauty of being loved
and will miss the all-too-familiar
and sweet sound of my husband’s voice
and the melodious sounds
of my grandchildren’s laughter.

This heartless thief has come to rob me
of my beautiful experiences and
all the tidbits of wisdom I’ve learned on my journey.
The truth is I am scared of the unexpected.

I am afraid to be void of emotions;
they have been part and heart of who I am.
I’m slowly losing touch with reality
and miss sensing the wonder of each new day.

I cannot hold a thought, smell the foods I once loved to cook
and only eat now because I am forced to.
All my small comforts are gone.
I cannot remember who and what gave my life importance.

The pain I am going through is not physical; it is worse.
It is a living, walking nightmare that plagues me day and night.
It is fear of the unknown. I don’t know where I am or where I am going.
I am being led in different directions and not by choice.

My thoughts are jumbled; there is no continuity,
no future and no past alive in my mind.
I’m truthfully not living anymore; I just exist.

I can offer nothing to those I love.
How sad is my heart! My life, as I knew it, is over.
But before I go, let me hang on to just one beautiful memory….
your love for me.

  1. Avatar of Angelica Pastorelli
    Angelica Pastorelli says

    Thank you for this frighteningly beautiful contribution Marie!
    (I would have sent you a link, but you appear to be unreachable)

  2. Avatar of Fran Lewis
    Fran Lewis says

    Beautifully said and so emotionally written. I just lost my mom last week and this poem sums it up. My mom had Alzheimer’s and her mind was not completely gone when she passed but almost there. She did know who she was and her family but had a hard time expressing her wishes nor could she feed or do much for herself. Thank you for sharing this with Angie , writers like myself with this magazine and her readers. fran

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    Joyce White says

    At 70 I have images in my head. I remember my mom who passed. Together we walk around eternity. Eternally loved with companions who guide us.

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