Who are you?

by AmeliaCogin

Published April 8, 2011

In poetry

I hope you like my latest creation! I welcome constructive critisism, as always! Thanks :) AC

‘Who are you?’
She asks
Perfectly seriously

I stare, taken aback;
My lower lip trembles,
The words I utter
Emerge a hoarse,
Scared whisper
‘It’s me,’ I say, my tone
One of disbelief

‘Who are you?’

The words hit me
Like a punch to my stomach,
‘It’s me,’ I exclaim, ‘me!’

‘Who sent you?’
‘Why are you in my house?’
The frail little voice demands.

The shrinking woman
Stares up at me,
Her eyes vacant
Of any recognition

I stagger backwards,
Incredulousness
Purging my body,
Knifing my soul

I rush to the bookshelf
Finger the photo album,
Oblong, navy, dusty,
Flick it open
To a recent family photograph

Gently, I sit myself
Down beside her,
Confusion and forget
Gripping the old grey cells
Of her mind

‘See: this is you,’ I say,
‘And this is me.’

I point to the two small figures,
Frozen in time,
Sat, side-by-side,
The first a girl, smiling,
The sun radiating off
Her youthful face.
Next to her sits a Woman
Of many years,
Crowned with the testimony
Of wispy grey hair

I pull my gaze
From the photograph.
Look to the woman
Sat, so quietly, so innocently,
Beside me

She gazes up at me with eyes
Full of spirit, full of knowing.
She beams, says,
‘Why are you showing me this,
Darling?’

Comments & reviews · 6
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0xJazzy
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0xJazzy commented Comment · Apr 25, 2011

I really like the poem! It's believable and well written, showing the confusion and sometimes panic when older people's memories forget. Adjusting to that can be weird sometimes :S Nice work!

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alwaysjustme
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alwaysjustme commented Comment · Apr 25, 2011

Wow I really like this poem. Its scary in a way and very sad. I think it had a nice flow and it was very descriptive. I like it alot.

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wewinwelose
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wewinwelose wrote a review Review · Apr 10, 2011

Wow, I fully understand this poem. It is total tragedy when people's minds start going. After my great-grandma''s second stroke she started thinking that her husband was really her highschool sweetheart and kept calling him by a different name. It really upset him. I really like this poem but in all honesty it seems a bit unrealistic, most people can't just be shown a picture and automatically remember everything, and that's the sadness of it. They just don't remember.

Good work, you did a great job and put a positive spin on a very very sad occurrence.

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MiRaCLeS
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MiRaCLeS wrote a review Review · Apr 10, 2011

Well, this is a touching poem.
I really liked the emotion you conveyed through it.
However, there is some little mistakes such as:

AmeliaCogin wrote:Who are you?
She asks
Perfectly seriously (Perfectly serious is what you're looking for I think)


And also...

AmeliaCogin wrote:I stagger backwards,
Incredulousness
Purging my body,
Knifing my soul (I think this sounds a little awkward, perhaps you would do better with cutting my soul or something similar perhaps)

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GracieBee62
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GracieBee62 wrote a review Review · Apr 9, 2011

I loved the wording in this. Particular adjectives were incredibly strong.

"I stagger backwards,
Incredulousness
Purging my body,
Knifing my soul"

This passage was especially captivating. "Purging" and "knifing" were beautiful words to use in those certain places.

I really felt the emotion. No grammatical errors either. Keep up the good work!

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purplepen
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purplepen wrote a review Review · Apr 8, 2011

Hi!

This was very good! I can totally relate to this because my aunt Mary acted like that before she died. One second she would be giving me a hug, and the next she wouldn't even recognize me. I understand how it hurts, and I could pick up that emmotion from this. So, good job on that. Poetry isn't really my thing, so I can't leave a very helpful review...but, I didn't see any grammatical or spelling errors. Again, this was a very good piece! Keep up the good work! :)

~purplepen



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