Recent visit with dad prompted this...i wrote it from his perspective.

I Think I Know You

You are smiling
You look familiar
I am so happy to see you
You must be a friend
I think I know you

You listen to me
I like the sound of your voice
You respond to what I say
I feel so lonely, but somehow
I think I know you

I’m going to get out of here
I want you to know that I’ve tried my best
I don’t know what you mean
Where do I live?
I think I know you

Where have you been?
I need my things
I know you can help me
What have I done wrong?
I think I know you

I hold your hand
I smile back at you
You may be a stranger
I am scared and all alone
I think I know you

I want you to bring me things
Will you bring me a toothbrush?
Can I have some money?
Where do I live?
I think I know you

I want to talk to you
Why can’t I say the words?
Maybe I will have pie for dessert
Where is my room? Can you tell me?
I think I know you

You listen carefully
You seem concerned
I tell you I am lonely
I want to go home
I think I know you

You kiss me goodbye
You give me a hug
Can you help me find my tennis shoes?
I know you can help me
I think I know you

You walk down the hall
Its time to go
I watch you walk away
I smile at you but inside I am sad
I think I know you

I wish I could remember your name
You look familiar
I am so happy to see you
You must be a friend
I think I know you

I see a lady standing next to me
I ask her to dance
She dances with me
Who are you?
I think I know you
Or maybe I don’t

THANKS FOR SHARING THIS.....ZOEY M

The sad thing is we often don't get to know each other. In depth. How many people do we really know? Maybe we just see the surface. And maybe we don't even know ourselves. That's what I ponder after reading this piece. You make me think, Lonette. If I'm honest, I have to often tell people, "I don't know you." --Jim

You are right, Jim. We don't often know people really. This poem could probably relate to more than just someone with alzheimers. Thinking and feeling are hard, but I know that I need to do that sometimes. It has also made me think. i am very guilty of not letting people in to really know me very often. It was a huge stretch for me to post something like this and let my thoughts out there for the world to see. I guess its about trusting people with our feelings. Thanks for your comment/note. Take care.

Lonette,

This was a wonderful poem and a great way to express yourself.

Although I'm not really great at it, I also love to write poetry.

Your poem expressed exactly what our loved ones are experiencing down the path of this nasty disease.

You don't have to be shy here, express away.

My truest friends have been made by my asking questions, digging deeper. But we all need to let others know that we can be trusted with their inner selves and that they have a safe and comfortable place to go. To say, feel and do, within reason of course, whatever they want to.