Some months ago I entered a poetry competition, submitting three unpublished poems for consideration. I had completely forgotten about my entry, I feel proud today to be amongst the 20 selected winners, even though writing poetry and becoming a poet was never on my list of things to do… These days, I find it a therapeutic, relaxing,…
Loss Tragedy so great Illuminating you with sadness Seems impossible to recover Lack of lustre lasting forever Acceptance and healing A lifetime away To hear a song or smell a scent That throws you right back Into the pit of grief One step forward Many steps backwards From the intensity of sorrow Meaninglessness, emptiness Impaired…
Today I thought I’d head into the weekend by adding a poetic tribute to each of my two sons, one my biological son and the other who is technically my stepson, but I love them both with every ounce of my being, and feel like I have had two sons since our two single parent families first blended!…
The only way forward to finish writing a blog today is to write freestyle, in the manner of NaNoWriMo, no judgement, no fear, no set plan, although I will try to edit it before I publish it. Thanks to the intelligence of the computer, at least I have help. Looking in my office, it seems…
Just lately I’ve been having trouble finding my sense of humour… Mr Google helps me as in an effort to find ‘it’ I usually do a cartoon search. I love this one today! The other thing I’ve had trouble with is the ability to sift through my thoughts or find my words, which has greatly affected my…
Shattered Seeing you lying there Through a tiny window Covered in a pure white shroud Wishing, hoping, praying That it was not really you. Wanting to be close To kiss your lips To hold you in my arms And feel your warmth again Why did you choose to die? To scream, to yell, to cry…
My Nan She was there for me Through thick and thin Always ready with a smile And a beautiful hug Followed by words of love (I don’t have a digital image of my nan, but daisies were one of her favourite flowers!)
A blogging friend wrote to me privately on 6 June… “I stay away at times because I just find it very difficult to read about death a lot and all of the terrible down effects of Dementia. When I first started out at your inspiring blog way back when you were in a very different space.…
More homework funnies, reminding me of my children in primary school! There were many days at university I wished I had a ninja to protect my answers!! In fact, I wouldn’t mind one now…
Teardrop t e a r d r o p . a tear falls upon her cheek then another and another there is nothing she can do no end to the tears inside her heart the expression of her deep sadness her mind awash with fear and the dread of the internal drought that is to…
Love Waiting with open arms Watching out for you Standing still in the breeze Sails through your heartstrings Electrifying anticipation The tempest of your heart It blows over You feel lost Your love is in the wind
Life It begins with a sexually transmitted act And, it is a terminal disease Some days it gets in your way Ebbing and flowing its own direction Sparing little regard to what you had planned It wanders along a winding road Allowing you to hold the rudder If only you will Begging you too steer the…
Yesterday I placed an updated list of interventions I use in an effort to delay the progression of the symptoms of dementia. This list evolves as I try new things, or as new symptoms appear and more specific interventions are needed. In many ways it is no different to modifying equipment for someone whose physical…
The use of pharmacological interventions for dementia excludes at least 50% of everyone diagnosed with dementia, and until very recently, researchers, service providers and the medical community have offered NOTHING to those of us where medication is not available. Thankfully, the tide is turning. On Sunday night Christine Bryden featured in a story about dementia…
I realised after posting my blog the last few Tuesdays I had forgotten about this new theme, so have been searching the recesses of my books, notes and numerous brains (BUB, and others) to find something to write about that is even remotely humorous, and possibly a welcome relief from the relentless sadness of the last few weeks.…
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