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Post by Catlady2710 on May 20, 2023 17:42:13 GMT -6
![]() My mind is in tatters Nothing really matters Thoughts lost Remember I must Loss of days it gathers Loss of my family I must not believe They're not lost Only almost Bring my mind back to me The dread of dark days Only in my mind it plays I am here Do you hear? My mind needs no delays Written February 15, 2010 |
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Post by goldenmyst on May 20, 2023 18:59:41 GMT -6
You write this tragic vein with the passion of the greatest poets. So sad but beautifully and softly written.
John
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Post by Castle Court Jester on May 21, 2023 0:27:06 GMT -6
Another great one here (HUGS)
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Post by Catlady2710 on May 21, 2023 12:57:23 GMT -6
Thanks John and Michael. I wrote this one after spending a few hours with a gentleman with Alzheimers. He would be there, and then not, forgetting, saying the same things again. It made me think - what was it like at the beginning of Alzheimers and knowing there is nothing you can do. This poem was the result of that visit.
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Post by Sugarmuser on May 21, 2023 16:52:32 GMT -6
I volunteered at an aged care facility in the dementia department. One day they seem to be able to manage the next they spiral down real quick. One day I could get them to take part in art class the next I couldn’t. I used to take it day by day and enjoy the interactions when they could manage. It got a bit weird when I would know I wouldn’t see someone again before I left my shift, to find out that they passed before I turned up again. Happened too many times.
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Post by Catlady2710 on May 22, 2023 10:42:44 GMT -6
So sad Sugar.
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
