Poem - The Last Time

Through hazy years and memories faded, I see a glimmer of your smile,
how I wish I'd changed my plans and stayed with you a while,

will you be ok I asked, as we parted ways that day,
you told me not to worry, that all would be ok

I wish I'd held you longer, I wish there'd been a sign,
I wish I'd known as we said goodbye that this was the last time

last time I'd hear your voice, last time our eyes would meet,
the last time I'd feel whole again, the last time I'd be free

Free to laugh without constraint, that lightness now diminished,
the joy in every moment curbed, the day your story finished

Free from the torment of things unsaid, of leaving you behind,
of every way I hurt you, of wasting so much time

Time I took for granted, time I thought we had,
time to do all the crazy things that we'd always planned

When I wander | Dementia: The Journey Ahead

When I wander
don’t tell me to come and sit down.
Wander with me.
It may be because I am hungry, thirsty, need the toilet.
Or maybe I just need to stretch my legs.

When I call for my mother
(even though I’m ninety!)
don’t tell me she has died.
Reassure me, cuddle me, ask me about her.
It may be that I am looking for the security
that my mother once gave me.

When I shout out
please don’t ask me to be quiet…or walk by.
I am trying to tell you something,
but have difficulty in telling you what.
Be patient. Try to find out.
I may be in pain.

When I become agitated or appear angry,
please don’t reach for the drugs first.
I am trying to tell you something.
It may be too hot, too bright, too noisy.
Or maybe it’s because I miss my loved ones.
Try to find out first.

Don't look for the flaws as you go through life


Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;

   And even when you find them,

It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind

   And look for the virtue behind them.

For the cloudiest night has a hint of light

   Somewhere in its shadows hiding;

It is better by far to hunt for a star,

   Than the spots on the sun abiding.

The current of life runs ever away

   To the bosom of God's great ocean.

Don't set your force 'gainst the river's course

   And think to alter its motion.

Don't waste a curse on the universe--

   Remember it lived before you.

Don't butt at the storm with your puny form,

   But bend and let it go o'er you.


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