What does this poem alzheimer's by kelly cherry mean?!
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What does this poem alzheimer's by kelly cherry mean!?
He stands at the door, a crazy old man
Back from the hospital, his mind rattling
like the suitcase, swinging from his hand,
That contains shaving cream, a piggy bank,
A book he sometimes pretends to read,
His clothes!. On the brick wall beside him
Roses and columbine slug it out for space, claw the mortar!.
The sun is shining, as it does late in the afternoon
in England, after rain!.
Sun hardens the house, reifies it,
Strikes the iron grillwork like a smithy
and sparks fly off, burning in the bushes--
the rosebushes--
While the white wood trim defines solidity in space!.
This is his house!. He remembers it as his,
Remembers the walkway he built between the front room
and the garage, the rhododendron he planted in back,
the car he used to drive!. He remembers himself,
A younger man, in a tweed hat, a man who loved
Music!. There is no time for that now!. No time for music,
The peculiar screeching of strings, the luxurious
Fiddling with emotion!.
Other things have become more urgent!.
Other matters are now of greater import, have more
Consequence, must be attended to!. The first
Thing he must do, now that he is home, is decide who
This woman is, this old, white-haired woman
Standing here in the doorway,
Welcoming him in!.
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What does this poem alzheimer's by kelly cherry mean!?
He stands at the door, a crazy old man
Back from the hospital, his mind rattling
like the suitcase, swinging from his hand,
That contains shaving cream, a piggy bank,
A book he sometimes pretends to read,
His clothes!. On the brick wall beside him
Roses and columbine slug it out for space, claw the mortar!.
The sun is shining, as it does late in the afternoon
in England, after rain!.
Sun hardens the house, reifies it,
Strikes the iron grillwork like a smithy
and sparks fly off, burning in the bushes--
the rosebushes--
While the white wood trim defines solidity in space!.
This is his house!. He remembers it as his,
Remembers the walkway he built between the front room
and the garage, the rhododendron he planted in back,
the car he used to drive!. He remembers himself,
A younger man, in a tweed hat, a man who loved
Music!. There is no time for that now!. No time for music,
The peculiar screeching of strings, the luxurious
Fiddling with emotion!.
Other things have become more urgent!.
Other matters are now of greater import, have more
Consequence, must be attended to!. The first
Thing he must do, now that he is home, is decide who
This woman is, this old, white-haired woman
Standing here in the doorway,
Welcoming him in!.
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Ouch!
sad sad poem!.!.!.
it talks about what a person with alzheimer's feel!.!.!.!.as if we are taken to the very heart of him!.!.!.
i wish i had a wife like that of his!. welcoming him in!.
i guess my lola would be the same good wife!.!.!. ^_^Www@Enter-QA@Com
sad sad poem!.!.!.
it talks about what a person with alzheimer's feel!.!.!.!.as if we are taken to the very heart of him!.!.!.
i wish i had a wife like that of his!. welcoming him in!.
i guess my lola would be the same good wife!.!.!. ^_^Www@Enter-QA@Com
he is at the house he owns and it is his wife at the door way to welcome him!?
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