Milestones.
I wheeled her round our garden, once her pride
of joyous cultivation; countless hours
spent in the tending of her myriad flowers; Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 14 – Milestones”
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I wheeled her round our garden, once her pride
of joyous cultivation; countless hours
spent in the tending of her myriad flowers; Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 14 – Milestones”
Her umbilical cord, no longer taut,
Jane’s retrogressive mind revivifies
myths, that her parent’s care, throughout their lives,
a golden childhood bliss had cheerly wrought. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 9 – Mummy”
I picked our album up and leafing through
photos of family, holidays and fun,
was saddened by the haunting change in one
robbed of the verve and vibrancy I knew – Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 4 – Never Mind”
Listening to tearful nonsense is a chore,
when something urgent could or should be done.
But wandering minds can’t bear to be alone –
nor space begrudge without a silent roar. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 2 – Flailing”
Knowing the known is known, though sentient fact,
affords no explanation, yields no clue
how best to cope – in essence what to do
where fogged cognition misconstrues each act. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 1 – Knowing”