Showing posts with label dementia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dementia. Show all posts

Saturday, 29 January 2022

Didn't Like To Say



The windows painted open by the council
They didn't like to say
No heating but a coal fire
They didn't like to say
Single glazing draughty frames
Old bathroom we'll fit our own shower
They didn't like to say
Pay the rent for 50 years
Fit a kitchen themselves
Someone else said the house is unfit
They didn't like a fuss
Finally windows and central heating in
He dies and leaves her alone
Dementia creeps in
No one likes to know
They didn't like to say
Don't face it say nothing 
She didn't like to say
Until she can't cook them 
A nice Sunday lunch
They didn't like to say.


J Oliver 2022 

Sunday, 29 July 2018

Die, Die Dementia, a poem by Joanne Oliver




Die, Die Dementia

There’s one true path they say
No: a maze of paths with no clear way
I like the grass, the sand and mud
The random walking does me good

Hard pavements hurts my feet and soul
I get no closer to my goal
By staying on the well worn street
There'd be fixed challenges I'd meet

Neurones lose their links and wither
If I don’t digress and dither
Embrace the new, and drop the old
Watch as stories new unfold

My brain’s in danger this I know
If I don’t force it to grow
New links and circuits every day
To keep the ATD at bay

It may be futile what I’m trying
But it’s better than sitting crying
Thinking I’m going like she did
While from the truth my family hid.

Heard the words from her “who’s that”
As she spied me in my wedding hat.
I  hope my son never hears that from me.
I know I’ll write some poetry!

Thursday, 22 September 2016

I Remember ..a poem about loss of power, aging.




I Remember


The times you told me what to do
How and when to speak
Instructing etiquette down the Club
How as a girl, to be meek

I saw that power fade as I grew
A teen who formed new views.
But failed to see, the change in me
Was smaller than the change in you.

As years went on you lost your way
Conversations faltered.
Your comprehension of our words,
Your view of life had altered.

As in a bubble you now live
We try to call to you.
And act as gatekeepers to the world

To stop it hurting you.