A long week behind me Filled with mixed emotions Unexpected news A girlfriend with late stage cancer Then an incredible high of Meeting Roly Sussex, and Sharing a program in Brisbane With the wonderful Mick Carmody More funerals Then the news of Margot’s death Very little blogging Even less DAI Book edits very overdue, A PhD proposal to…
Fear Diagnosed with dementia Too often brings us intense fear Worry for our future Our losses Then Loss of reason Inability to think clearly Leaving us immobile Or raging In fight or Flight Or somewhere in between Nightmares and worrying Tempting us to give in To give up Don’t let fear cripple you Find a way, any way…
What is sorrow if it is trapped inside And what’s of healing As without sharing Sorrow traps our sadness What is joy if it goes unrecorded And what is love if it is not shared For an act of love Perfectly shares our joy
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…
It feels a little like I’m flying my own flag today, as I am adding this poem written about me, but it is to thanks, and is in honour of my friendship with Mick Carmody who is living with dementia and his wife Sue; Mick is already a very valued and active member of Dementia Alliance International.…
Who knows where Santa lives Or even if Santa exists Well, the Santa most people think of Dressed in the red coat With a long white beard Was a marketing idea for Coca Cola Nothing at all to do with Christmas Or religious beliefs… Stung once again By the commercial world.
A ‘work’ Christmas lunch With Alzheimer’s Australia The first in six years Something I never expected To ever happen again!
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, Night and day, to make you just like everybody else, Means to fight the greatest battle there is to fight, and never stop fighting. e.e. Cummings
Heartache 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
A sense of loneliness So deep It takes my breath away Reminding me of those departed Lingering inside my heart Lost to the stigma of dementia Tales of despair Whisperings of days gone by Deteriorating abilities Sadness sitting just inside my soul Yearning for my loss of self Footnote: Through this blog, and other social…
Golden sand and rolling waves Gentle white caps Serene and peaceful No sign of the waves of tomorrow Waves that shoot for the sky Tossing surfers and surf boards Into the depths of currents Downwards Into sand and seaweed Signs of golden sand And rolling waves All but forgotten
Love so that you will never regret Love so that everyone wins Love so that you are free to grieve Love so that you don’t hurt yourself Love without conditions Love like there is no tomorrow Love so that you don’t hurt others Love with all your heart Love for as long as you live…
Spring is in the air There is sunshine everywhere Peeping through the clouds Tossing back the shrouds Of winter gloom All darkness and doom Spring is in the air There is sunshine everywhere Laughter instead of tears Joy instead of fears Bringing back the smile On almost everyone’s dial!
For the memory impaired Memory is like a stack of china If you try to pull a plate from the middle The whole thing comes crashing down We need to be given time To continue our stories Chronologically One china plate at a time
The old dirt road ahead Avenues of West Coast mallee Views from beyond the bonnet Feelings of being home Comforting Soothing to my soul Sighs of relief Friendship and shared times A perfect Australian sun Shared with rain and a quick storm Fritz and dead’orse sandwiches Poetry Rolling fields of wheat New ways with Canola…
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