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I recently had my first book published with a local publisher but didn't get any feedback It's poetry and short stories. How about some honest criticizm. Here is one of the poems. Sorry it's so long.
A Moment In Her Memory
Good morning I said as I walked in her room
and a big smile lit up on her face
You see a visitor's welcome in her little world
it's so often a sad, lonely place
Her warm smile was friendly, but a tad bit confused
I could see that lost look in her eyes
For she wasn't quite sure if I should be there
was I someone she should recognize
Nice to meet you, she said as I neared her bed
and she stuck out her hand to shake mine
Too familiar I thought as I reached out for hers
we've done this over three hundred times
A beautiful women only seventy-four
whose wrinkles add warmth to her face
But a mental confusion that twist up her mind
is the reason she's here in this place
Her memory is clear for a moment some days
but too often it goes like the wind
Where it lingers somewhere just out of reach
though she prays it will come back again
Alzheimers is stange and so misunderstood
so cruel is the game that it plays
When it dangles a memory just out of reach
and taunts you the rest of your days
"Good Morning", He says as he enters the room
"You're looking quite lovely today"
That warm pretty smile again lights up her face
" Why thank you sir" I hear her say
I see that same hopeful look in his eyes
as he pulls his chair close to her side
She draws back when he tries to peck her on the cheek
and I feel his heart break as he sighs
He was hoping her memory was clearer today
and remember the years that they shared
And he prays to his Lord to give it to him
so that his sweet bride may be spared
He picks up her Bible and softly he reads
and she gladly lends him her ear
He's hoping today that God's word mends her mind
like he's hoped every day for a year
As she drifts off to sleep he still stays by her side
he can't bear to leave her alone
He bends and gives her that peck on her cheek
and he takes her hand in his own
He closes his eyes and he goes back in time
to when he wore a younger mans clothes
And the pretty young lady that fancied him so
would be the young wife that he chose
For fifty-four years every night at the door
she would greet her husband with a kiss
The plans that they had to grow old together
should never have ended like this
So few are the times that she knows who he is
so few of her memories remain
The only comfort he finds in this plague of her mind
is that she's not in any pain
He sees the confusion is taxing her so
and wished God would end it today
Then he asks for forgiveness and curses himself
all because he was thinking that way
He wishes time could just stop in it's tracks
the next time her memory is clear
And if the Lord chose, He could take them both
as he embraced everything he holds dear
To hold her in his arms and share one more kiss
would be a fair price for his life
And nothing could mean any more to him
then to end life together with his wife
A moment of clarity, is that too much too ask
just one precious moment in time
He just needs to know that she knows who he is
that he still has a place in her mind
But fate wouldn't have it, at least not today
for this day had come to an end
And I had to go tell him that he had to leave
Tomorrow he could see her again
"Do you think more pictures would help her"' he asks
"Or have the grandchildren come by"
"I don't want to lose her, she's all that I have
is there something else we can try"?
But her memory stayed hidden like a Hare in the briars
when a hunting coyote is near
For not once today did she know who he was
and that was the worst of his fears
He often wonders why God plagues the gentle
He struggles sometimes to believe
Why not the evil ones, unlike his sweet wife
who wears her heart on her sleeve
As he picked up his jacket and readied to leave
I saw tears welling up in his eyes
He wanted to show her his love with a kiss
but instead softly whispered goodbye
She says, "It was so nice to meet you kind sir
You're welcome back here any time."
He says "I just might take you up on that Ma'am
but the pleasure has truly been mine."
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I found your poem very soft, touching and extremely gentle, almost a caution to it which is throughout its vocabulary and so well structured. Thank you
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