Whilst I have been too unwell to work, study, or do anything much of any real usefulness for the last couple of weeks, various things have been happening behind the scenes, the product of past work. My second volume of poetry arrived, quite unexpectedly, in the mail this last week, and is already available online.…
I don’t especially like the following poem (whose author is unknown to me)… Perhaps at the end stage of dementia when I am dying, I’ll change my mind. In the meantime, the best of me has not yet gone but still to come Even if I am changing! My response to this poem is below. Sometimes…
Drowning in the afternoon clouds The moon appearing as the darkness falls Light streaming through Like lasting strands of love Midnight dreams unsettling Gnawing away at confidence and strategy Suggestions of tomorrows maybes And reminders of yesterdays struggles Lightness as the dawn awakens the soul As it quiets the inner torment and worrying Allowing reason to…
He sits Alone Amongst a crowd Wondering what Tomorrow Will bring forth His dreams Wondering How to realise Always pondering Aloneness New directions Questioning the Old Seeking new truths It’s not Loneliness He has friends But a Yearning Inside his soul Focusing on Love For the universe Kate Swaffer Copyright © 2016
It seems I have written on Dementia advocacy before Who’d have known It’s more pain than joy It polarises people Sadly makes it more ‘them and us’ People without dementia everywhere Wanting large pieces of the proverbial pie Using people with dementia To take sides and support their business goals Or their personal agendas Being referred…
Sometimes I get it wrong Sometimes I get it right Sometimes things I do or say upset people Sometimes I am misunderstood Sometimes I misunderstand Sometimes I am struggling more with dementia than on other days Sometimes I am unwell with other health issues Sometimes I am happy Sometimes I am crying or sad But always…
