She eats her soup
and wonders who the people are in front of her
They call her mum
it makes her uneasy –
she doesn’t know who they are
She spills her drink down her shirt
hating the man she’s been told is her husband
He wipes her chin as she glares at him –
she’s not a child
She scratches at the feel of her jumper
itchy on her skin, but she won’t say anything
Someone will try to change her –
she hates being touched
She tries to contribute to the conversation,
but the words come out jumbled
She forgets what she was going to say –
she’s angry as everyone stares
She looks around the table mystified,
no one and nothing is familiar
Confused by all she sees, she picks up a fork –
and continues eating her soup
One of my friend’s parents was diagnosed with early onset Dementia. I’ve watched them over the years navigate the different stages… it’s been a difficult road for them all.
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My grandapa’s brother has no idea about his family. All he says is, I wanna go home and just leaves his bed even when he’s bedridden. Life’s unpredictable really.
You captured their emotions really well in the poem, Bree.
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It’s heartbreaking Rashmi 💔 Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and experience
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very moving ; I love the attention to detail —
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Thank you John 💜
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This has the same feel as one of my favorite books, “Ghost Boy.” This is wonderfully written, Bree. But such a sad reality. 😢
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Thank you Michelle 💔💜
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Hugs and Love to all the people suffering from dementia. Thank you ST for sharing this in a poetry. 🤗
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Yes, I agree Kritika, a difficult situation for everyone… They need our love.
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It’s hard to watch and helpless.
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It is indeed 💜
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Very touching bree ♡
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Thank you for telling me Akshita 💜
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