Posted 9-26-19 Similes Replacing Smiles…for Now Similes Replacing Smiles…for Now Dementia is like a thief, Victims are robbed, that is true Like a ship that strikes the reef, And steals captain and the crew. You may not remember me, but I still remember you! Dementia is like a thorn, Florists know its painful stab While a rose stem leaves me torn, I know you…
Tag: poem
Twas the Night Before…a Cure
Posted Friday the 13th, 2019 with a Full Moon Twas the Night before Full Moon, when all through the Home. Not a person was stirring, but three with sundowners who started to roam; Family pictures were hung, on their room walls with string, as we all hope that a cure and a white flower would…
Looking Back: The First Day in Memory Care
The crestfallen sound of mom saying “Don’t Go!” will reverb in my brain until tomorrow’s return as an echo my refilled joy will drain. Mom’s old stories hooked me like a caught bluegill When I was a wee lad Why didn’t I write them down, they were so real Daily I wish so I had Of exploits in school and living…
Looking Back: The First Day in Memory Care
The crestfallen sound of mom saying “Don’t Go!” will reverb in my brain until tomorrow’s return as an echo my refilled joy will drain. Mom’s old stories hooked me like a caught bluegill When I was a wee lad Why didn’t I write them down, they were so real Daily I wish so…