Perception
Her Vagaries of depth perception trends
to stumbling shuffle and a questioning hand,
as though each footfall falls on shifting sand –
a shapeless void she barely comprehends. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 8 – Perception”
Category: Dementia
Dementia Sonnet 7 – Smothered Synapse
Smothered Synapse
A hollow emptiness of days and hours
has heightened Jane’s dependence on my love.
Now spaniel like, she dogs my every move –
craving attention. Fine – but anger lowers! Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 7 – Smothered Synapse”
Dementia Sonnet 5 – People
People
Confabulation borne, sights sought in thought
tumble, erratic, from her wandering mind,
people by ‘people’ of the phantom kind,
with strange embroidered fiction, finely wrought. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 5 – People”
The First time Mum did not Recognise me
Mum did not Recognise me
I will never forget the first time Mum did not recognise me. I was upstairs in her house and she appeared at the top of the stairs and stared at me. She looked at me with suspicion, which turned to fear and then confusion. The emotions played out on her face in slow motion to me because what I have feared would happen one day, was happening! Mum had no idea who I was! Continue reading “The First time Mum did not Recognise me”
Dementia Sonnet 4 – Never Mind
Never Mind
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”
Dementia Sonnet 3 – Shepard and Shadow
Shepard and Shadow
My yesterday did not exist at all;
tomorrow an enigma, while today
I wonder as I while the hours away
if any visitor should come to call. Continue reading “Dementia Sonnet 3 – Shepard and Shadow”
Dementia Sonnet 2 – Flailing
Flailing
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”
Dementia Sonnet 1 – Knowing
Knowing
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”