Days of Dementia

Some days I look at the mantelpiece

Where the dust gets thicker and the cobwebs grow

I’m not sure what to do about it, you know.

 

Every day seems like the same day

And even though it’s sunny outside

Sometimes the clouds get in the way.

 

I watch the TV but I don’t always take it in

And the flickering colours and sounds

Are something I don’t want around.

 

Every day seems like the same day

Sometimes it’s warm and sometimes it’s cold

But it’s me that is growing old.

 

Have I eaten my breakfast?

Have I taken my pills?

Where’s my cardigan? I’m feeling the chills.

 

Every day seems like the same day

The sounds and colours all merge

I feel like I’m living underwater and life has all submerged

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Steve Higgins

Wed 19th Jun 2019 21:46

Cheers Don,
It’s actually about my old mum. Looking after her takes it’s toll. Sometimes a poem is a good way to let out a little steam and at the same time talk about what she and others are going through.
Thanks for looking in.

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Don Matthews

Wed 19th Jun 2019 08:27

This could be a personal cathartic poem about yourself or not. Either way it is a good to see your effort in raising awareness to the problems of dementia.

Poetically, I liked the repetition of the line 'Every day seems like the same day'

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