Dementia haikus

Stolen dreams Our dreams are stolen By the world of dementia One by one they go   Crying alone With losses so great So many hidden from you We must cry alone   Losses So small yet so sad Tragic incremental deaths Of all our functions   Dreams One day they are there The next day they start to…

Taking notes, haikus, writing and dementia

I want my writing, poetry and blogs to improve, to be something more, and I find it so easy to be my own worst critic. This fact can often make it easy to accept feedback more negatively or personally than it is meant. Since travelling, there has not been enough time to think and take…