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Three Little Twitter Night Contemplations on Caring for A Parent with Dementia

January 27, 2015



What a headache, I said

You brought a glass of olive oil
A pack of gum
And kissed my forehead

The soul urges action
The head forgets method


imageSome nights
the quiet is too loud
the wine not quick enough
the smile skin-deep

I feign participation
Tomorrow will be better

I tell myself


imageAs the soul winds down
And Morpheus seduces
You’ll visit me again
(why do you come so often?)
Whole like you used to be
Efficient, thrifty, comforting
Mother, once more


9 Comments leave one →
  1. January 27, 2015 5:51 pm

    Dementia tests each of us so keenly

  2. January 27, 2015 6:39 pm

    Reblogged this on sdbast.

  3. iamamro permalink
    January 27, 2015 7:26 pm

    Bless you sir xx

  4. KELStephen permalink
    January 27, 2015 7:43 pm

    Courage Kindness Love. All the best Alex.

  5. January 27, 2015 10:04 pm

    Heartbreaking but beautiful,

  6. January 28, 2015 4:25 pm

    Remember all those wonderful times when she was whole. They are the bricks you are built from.

    You are a credit to your Mum, Alex. Think how proud she must be of you.

    Best wishes from both of us.

  7. Rose permalink
    January 28, 2015 7:36 pm


    • Helen permalink
      February 2, 2015 11:08 am

      Feel for you but what lovely words for her. Hope my kids have half as much to say for me

  8. February 4, 2015 3:12 pm

    Reblogged this on My PhD Research Journey.

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