Wintery Wednesday
A wintery Wednesday from my window Looks to cold for the beach Or a day out wandering through the hills Seems easier to sit in my office To push ‘my little grey cells’ Just enough to think And to type this poem!
Grief: a deadening blanket of unbearable and invisible pain
The loneliness of my grief is sometimes like my private torment, only visible to my heart and soul… I try desperately to hide my tears, to live inside my ‘denial bubble’, but every now and then the pain escapes. It is then that I realise that my eyes are filled with tears, and the indescribable sadness,…
The Big Lunch 2015
Today I am writing a Saturday poem (hmmm, it’s about time!!)… although it is really a plug for people living in South Australia who are not living on the streets or in a car, to not only join us for lunch, but to support our local homeless community and the work of The Big Issue in South…
Behaviour Management or Staff Education
It is Day 4 of Dementia Awareness Week in the UK, although I am almost a day ahead of them, and so my blogs are being read ahead of time there! However, this topic seems pertinent to write about again for this particular week. it is, of course, is on whether we should focus on behaviour…
In the kitchen
A poem to remind you of My In The Kitchen recipe blog Which reached 200 posts yesterday It continues to be A work in progress Inspired by my two sons Worried I’d forget to pass on their favourite recipes Banoffee pie for Shibley Scotch eggs and for Lynda and Veda A sensational Greek Moussaka And the Pièce de…
Sundowning or boredom?
Sleeping until the sun sets Wondering why it is night time When he wakes up The internal clock back to front And inside out Sun-downing for much of the day Awake all night So let us Clash the symbols Dance more often Sing loudly Cook and eat together Anything to stay awake No more sitting in…
The dementia train
The dementia train A lottery ticket Lost inside an MRI machine Results that reach into your soul A pass for the dementia train Slowly taking off Speeding around corners It stops at the station But no way to get off And no one can get on No fat controller here Controlling the ride of my…
To my husband
Happy wedding anniversary To the love of my life My best friend My Back Up Brain The reason I work so hard To stay afloat by paddling You are my rock And the army beside me Watching and protecting Yet allowing me to shine in my own light We are aware of each others shadows…
Being grateful…
Be grateful for every single thing, especially waking up!
Does a broken heart ever mend?
It would seem to me The answer to that Depends completely On who breaks your heart An old lover One gets over The death of a partner One eventually recovers Th loss of friends After a diagnosis of dementia I’m not so sure… The death of a child For many, never But the broken heart Caused…
Lessons in life
One last time Lessons on surviving judgement Barely surviving alcoholism No longer surviving untreated meant illness A family who put the dis in dysfunction Unacknowledged old wounds Holding up a good life Bashing up current relationships Treatment worthy of the enemy Not someone they claim to love Judging others as they are Too afraid to look in the mirror Terrified of…
Love, Life, Loss, a roller-coaster of poetry
For anyone who wants a copy of my book And wants to support Alzheimer’s Australia South Australia I have donated a carton of my books to them Now available in their online store To assist them with their important work Not just dementia research but Advocating for and supporting People with dementia and our families…
The spring in my step
Relax It’s almost the weekend It’s not snowing here But hey, it must be somewhere! My feet are tired My lungs have been singing The spring is in my step My feet are just not willing to participate! Dashing Is Completely Out of the question!
An Australian Poem (author unknown)
They were funny looking buildings, that were once a way of life, If you couldn’t sprint the distance, then you really were in strife. They were nailed, they were wired, but were mostly falling down, There was one in every back yard, outside every house, in every town. They were given many names, some were…
Life after writing a book
Life after writing a book Relaxed beyond my wildest memories Wondering what to do Find a branch and just hang out Sleep Read a book Even though I may not remember it Watch an Opera Sing a song With a voice That perhaps makes others cringe Hum to Elvis Or maybe Write another book!
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