Some days I sit by the water.
I float in a bubble alone, watching
hoping that I can soak up the world in my memory
as I’m scared, so scared of losing.
losing the colours of life.
losing the feeling of the wind touching my skin.
losing the thoughts of contentedness within
So I float down the stream soaking the world around me.
loving the beauty that you walk past day by day
Catching joy in the smallest drop of nature
and hoping I don’t sink and lose it all one day.
This one is my poem on being scared of losing my memories of all the beauty in the world I have seen. As my dear Gran had dementia and I am scared I shall go the same way, but I shall keep soaking up the beauty in the world with a smile.