Mother Hubbard’s Troubles

her memories
herself. all that she is
sits nervously
on the back hall shelf
twice daily
an inventory of her collection
a fretful, careful,
tedious inspection 
she scours the house
on a mission to fill
“China stolen in broad daylight,
Lord as my judge!” she would shrill
around familiar faces
her frustration increases
for surely they know the whereabouts
of her missing pieces
“oh please stop this thief”
she would plea clutching a candle
alarmed at the disinterest
in this terrible scandal 
rest now, mother
come visit with me
we’ll talk of the weather
and what a lovely spring it will be

her memories
herself. all that she was
robbed ever so silently
from the back hall shelf


25 thoughts on “Mother Hubbard’s Troubles

  1. Why does this make me sad? Sigh. Memories lost to time's haze, medication, shadows…and nothing to take their place.Still…you did leave hope…and hope springs eternal…Shade and Sweetwater,K

  2. Rene, I love your writing style, but this piece is astounding. I love the connection of the visual with the written words…Beautiful and haunting, this one will stay with me for a long time to come.

  3. I didn't set out to write such a sad piece. It is just that Alzheimer's is reality in our lives now. To see a family member suffer through the loss of bits and pieces of her life, and seeing her rage against it, with such desperation…and seeing how other family member react towards it…As a family member/care giver it can be frightening, annoying, comical, it can anger you, frustrate you…it can be all of these things. It is important to exercise compassion and consider for a moment what it would be like to trade places.Peace – Rene

  4. First of all…. This is what happens when I get an actual day off…… I find yet more Brilliant, gotta have 'em, gotta add them to my blogroll, bloggers….Amazing….. You are amazing….Second….. I got a day off from my job as a CNA/ also brand new Med Tech/ in a busy nursing home…So this piece really, really, touched me….. I don't know you… But I feel compelled to say…. KEEP WRITING!

  5. Thank you all for your comments…Thank you to all who sent me such lovely thoughts via email…I have to respond to them here as I am having trouble with some email addressesWe are all OK and I am not sad, poetry and writing is the way I can most effectively get through whatever it is that I'm going through.Everyday isn't a bad day, in fact, most are good.The bad ones just get the most attention…isn't that always the way? 🙂

  6. Oh this is so touching – the more so since I read your explanation of the family member with Alzheimers……..wonderfully written. I love the last couple of lines "surely they know the whereabouts of her missing pieces." Stunning.

  7. You hit the nail on the head on this piece…the brain so fragile, it holds all the treasures of a lifetime…sad to think them stolen by a silent disease..great photo to go with it too…bkm

  8. Rene, I'm reading your poem here in the Poetry Pantry. I don't know if I have it right, but I picture a person with Alzheimers searching for her memories. Scary, poignant. Well written. So many Mother Hubbards in this world.

  9. Without reading your additional comments, this could easily speak of a general feeling of being lost or ageing.It is a very powerful piece, filled with frustration.

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