An Empty Easel

This year I was invited to speak at Mindshare's poetry competition launch during mental health week. Here I met Bob, a very talented guy who writes poetry. I assure you that this poem will move you, as it gives you an insight into how someone who is in the early days of Alzheimer's, may feel.

An Empty Easel

Alzheimer’s paints anesthetised visions

Of yesterday’s reminiscences.

Life’s colours flow brightly,

Diminishing into a swirl

Of blurred mind-images.

My remaining memories scare me,

I know they are soon to leave

Just an empty easel

Void of life’s paintings.

Just remember that I loved you dearly

When my canvas is bare.

Written beautifully by Bob Jarrad.