I have written this poem, 'The Mind Is Well', for those celebrating the life of someone whose mind outlived their ailing body.
The mind was sharp
Within its shell,
The body aged … the mind was well.
The print was blurred
They eyes grew dim,
But still the mind
Was bright within.
The legs grew weak
The walking tired,
But still the brain
was fully fired.
The hearing faint,
the ear drums weak,
But in the brain
The cells were sleek.
But the body's mind
Is not alone,
Its cells from blood
And air are grown.
So when the heart
And lungs did fail,
The mind could not
Survive the gale.
And when the storms
Of life had passed,
The brain had sighed
And thought its last.
The mind, the brain,
The cells all gone.
But in our minds
They will live on.
Our thoughts are yours,
And yours are ours,
So you'll be with us
All our hours.
So you'll live on,
And here is how.
Your mind has gone
Eternal now.
You're in our thoughts
And in our minds,
And as we age
So you will find.
Our mind is sharp
within its shell,
Our bodies age … our minds are well
© 2010 Dick Underwood
I recently wrote the funeral poem 'Alzheimers', for those celebrating the life of someone whose body outlived their mind.
I have written this poem, 'The Mind Is Well', as the other side of the coin, and I hope that those celebrating the life of someone whose mind outlived their ailing body will find it helpful.
