Poem -
Weather Conditions for Today
Today's forecast...
dark cloud, covering one's mind
lonely, lost with panic breaths
yet within seconds
and in some cases hours
the dark cloud blows over
giving way to clear thoughts
bringing sunshine and blue sky
to all in this area
then with even just a slight change of wind
back to mist and fog
and tear drop rain
that's how I would describe it...
that's how I would describe Dementia.
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Love this poetically beautiful and wonderful observation of a terrible affliction Shirley... All stars my friend x
Thank you so much dear Marion, I have a very special friend who has this dementia, and I've been spending some real quality time with her lately. 💜
I'm sorry about your friend. I've worked with dementia for more years than I care to remember, it can be both extremely funny and heartbreaking all at the same time. Often extremely violent too. The saddest case I witnessed was a retired nurse who found herself in the hospital she had worked in and every night she would get extremely anxious that matron would see her in her pyjamas instead of uniform... she would beg us over and over to fetch a uniform for her x
Thank you so much dear Marion, for your compassion and understanding, my friend who I love like a mother, she is also English and lives here, I've known her almost half my life, she loves reading she loves talking and she loves discussions all things that are now very difficult for her, but yes we laugh we laugh so hard in moments that we end up crying. Thank you dearest Marion ❤️
Back to mist and fog
And tear drop rain
To be so lost
But with Shirley Harrison
For a friend.
Thank you dear Rory. 🌹
Sunny days will be here again. Now as true as ever. Nice Poetry. 💕
Thank you dear B.S 🌹
I have seen this happen to my mum (Alzheimer's). For too many years she knew the weather was changing all the time, bro' and me, we were glad for her when she ceased realizing what was happening. And yet close to the end, when I was visiting her just holding her hand and one of the other patients was having her birthday nit knowing that, she turned and asked me "you are also from March, aren't you." That was the last time she remembered who I am. A few months later she passed away - in a way I am still happy with that moment (she'd been gone for several years) and still her demise (she used to be a very active (feminist) artist, well known in our hometown....) still hurts - next. August it will be 10 years and yet, sometimes there is still a weird urge to call her📞. The best you can do for your friend is touch her, communicate by way of energy. All the strength for everybody concerned🕯️
Thank you so much dear John, for sharing your own story and for your empathy compassion and your advice, my friend is a woman who never put a book down, very much in the middle of every occasion living life to the full, it came all so quickly, but your advice is so good, fortunately I'm a hugger, she makes ironic jokes about it all when she is in her own self, and we laugh until we cry, it's so weird, but she overwhelms me with so much emotion, she really is like a mother for me. Well I hope we get to see Christmas together. 💜 Thank you dear friend of poetry. 🌹