Poetry

We come into life with laughter and song,Building our memories, year after long.But dementia arrives, so cruel, so unfair,Stealing the moments we once used to share. My mum that I knew is fading away,Her memories stolen more each day.She calls me “mum,” her husband “dad,”A childlike world, both… Read more: Trapped in an Unknown World (Short version) – Lisa Rutter

Que Sera Sera by Judy Karbritz We sit around the table Scattered with wordsearch and colouring pencils Wives helping husbands Daughters supporting mothers Good humoured chattering While tea is poured Time to move to the other side of the hall Helen, the music therapist, Plays ‘Getting To Know… Read more: Que Sera Sera by Judy Karbritz

“Crabbit Old Woman” By: Phyllis McCormack What do you see, nurse, what do you see? What are you thinking, when you look at me- A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes, Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say… Read more: “Crabbit Old Woman” By: Phyllis McCormack

It’s ok Not to feel ok. It’s ok to feel low at times, It’s ok to feel angry at times, It’s ok to feel vulnerable at times, It’s ok to feel tearful at times, And, It’s ok not to be brave at all the time. All these feelings… Read more: It’s ok Not to feel ok – By Sherry (one of our carers)

I want… To be near the people who love and know me well, Although remembering their names is starting to tell! Please be patient and smile or just be kind, I’m a positive soul, but it’s a testing time. A gentle touch or a kiss on the cheek,… Read more: A poem for Frances of “My wishes, Wants and Aspirations” -by Keren Mail

We enter this world with no worries or fears,We laugh, we love, we build our years.Then one day you learn of a cruel disease,That steals away life with silent ease. Dementia creeps in and takes control,Shattering dreams, consuming the soul.It rips apart the lives we knew,And hurts the… Read more: Trapped in an Unknown World (Long version)- Lisa Rutter

I WISH I COULD SNATCH THAT MONSTER AWAY IT SEEMS TO SPOIL ALMOST EVERY DAY THAT MONSTER ALZHEIMER’S IS TO BLAME IT LURKS WITHIN MY DEAR WIFE’S BRAIN OH HOW I YEARN FOR THOSE YEARS GONE BY WHEN I COULD LAUGH AND NEVER CRY I FEEL GUILTY NOW… Read more: I WISH I COULD SNATCH THAT MONSTER AWAY – James Hale