Less you, More me

From above if you were watching through

a fine telescope

my wise ass remarks

would help you to understand

that it means nothing

to die. One life to create memories,

one breath to forget. Then Alzheimer

kicks  you and sets you on fire

with nonsense. I try to laugh

to cover up my turmoil of

uneasiness at these awkward situations

when the brain ceases to speak,

when the mind is muddled with

words you never thought

would make you cry.


Hold on 

to that patience, you will need it.


There was a time I lost everything in you.

Now I speak to my soul and repeat

less you, more me.

All this to convince myself that I still matter

somehow, before the memories fade

or the cancer grows

or the breasts disappear.

It’s Hawaiian day at work

and I will wear my hula

tell all the teachers how I appreciate

their soul

hug a child

and try to forget about the telescope.


Hold on to your soul,

you will need it. 




  1. laurelwolfelives · January 14, 2016

    You can let go of many things….but never let go of your soul.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Miss Lavendius · January 14, 2016

    Christina, the feels…. Oh my goodness. Woman, your writing is otherwordly good… Damn.. ❤❤❤

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Tosha Michelle · January 14, 2016

    Haunting. Alzheimer’s is such an insidious disease.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Erika Kind · January 14, 2016

    Yes… hold on! Fantastic poem, Chrissy!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · January 14, 2016

      Thank you shatzi xx appreciate it, this one seems to have touched many people. so glad you think so too

      Liked by 1 person

  5. Eric · January 14, 2016

    The water is so damn deep. ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Love your words and you, Poetess.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Sydney Carton · January 14, 2016

    I watch . . . through the telescope and I see you grow.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. EDC Writing · January 15, 2016

    The way you think in words makes me think for real guess that’s why I always read you.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. thelonelyauthorblog · January 16, 2016

    Powerful. Another good one.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Chrissy · June 21, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .


  10. Geo Sans · June 21, 2016

    are our memories
    who we are
    a theft
    breaking bonds
    waves expanding circles

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · June 22, 2016

      we take our memories and analyze and reconstruct til there is nothing left and if you are a poet, you really deconstruct them until the memory turns into another one with each passing poem


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