They are not in there they have gone.
Don’t search for the beautiful light that once shone,
They are not themselves, their soul has fled
Gone to us, to all purposes dead.
How cruel, how mean, how so unkind
To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.
There are no words that can truly describe
The pain and fear of those trapped inside.
They can not reason they know no rhyme
They are gone and we are left behind.
Recognition in the eyes is sadly mockery.
This is no longer them, they are not who they used to be.
Screams of anger, voices harsh with fists of hate
You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.
There is no more that you can do.
They may be gone, still you try to be true.
NaBloPoMo : Dementia , Alzheimer’s Cruel Game.
11 Mar 2021 32 Comments
in Depression, feeling unwell Tags: Altzhimers, dementia, Heartache, loss, Struggle
He’s Out There ln The Garden.
03 Oct 2020 70 Comments
in Poems, sadness, Talking Straight Tags: Alzheimer's, Birthdays, dementia
Today is my brother in law’s Birthday. He probably doesn’t know it because he has Alzheimer’s/ Dementia.
My sister looked after him at home for as long as she could but he is now in a home, his condition got too difficult for her to cope with.
I have written quite a few poems on his and others sharing this plight. In his honour and all carers and sufferers I have taken two of my poems and reworked them into one.

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He is out in the garden with the secateurs again
The flowers are looking nervous and hoping it will rain.
The airing cupboard is wearing a smile
He’s is busy elsewhere so it has peace for a while.
We need to eat, it must be time for dinner.
We have just eaten, have a biscuit, that’s always a winner.
How cruel, how mean, how so unkind
To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.
There are no words that can truly describe
The pain and fear of those trapped, dead, yet still alive.
You can not reason, they know no rhyme
They are gone from us left behind.
The tiny flashes of a knowing eye is just a mockery
Your loved one is no longer who they used to be.
Screams of anger, voices harsh with fists of hate
You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.
There is no more that you can in all honesty do
They may be gone. Can you hold your patience and to their love be true.
He is out in the garden with the secateurs again
The flowers are looking nervous and hoping it will rain.
See me.
09 Nov 2018 32 Comments
in Poems, Uncategorized Tags: dementia, memories, Old age, uncaring society
Don’t
Ignore
Me because
I am old. I
was once bright and bold.
I had a full life once
I was loved and desired too
Spending my time much like you do
I am not stupid, I am not slow
In this old shell there’s a person you know.
So do not dismiss me right out of hand.
I fought for your future in this land.
Your life may not be as it is
Don’t ignore me, don’t dismiss
Respect is all I ask
Is helping me such
An awful task
Kindness is
All I
Ask
Lost in Dementia
04 Nov 2018 48 Comments
in Poems Tags: dementia, lost, Slipping away
How
Hard to
See a loved
One slip away
Unable to catch that
Lost beautiful fading
Mind. Each day another spark
Dies. Recognition replaced by
Fear and confusion, unknowing eyes
The spark is gone and there is no one home.
Compassion Acrostic
04 Aug 2018 25 Comments
in Poems Tags: Acrostic, brother in law, care, Compassion, dementia, love, sister
Thinking of all those in need of compassion, at this time thinking of my brother in law lost in the grip of demantia and my sister coping but struggling.
I wrote this back in January 2015.
Compassion Acrostic.
Comfort me in my hour of need
Open your eyes and ears to me, take heed
Mindfulness is needed here in the world
Pain and grief are like weapons hurled.
All the woes of this vale of tears
Scream loudly in our ears
Sacred heart give us hope
In you we trust , help us cope.
OH! help us to help each other
Now in our hour of need to love our sister and brother.
What time are we going home.
23 Apr 2017 22 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Alzheimer's, dementia, loss, sadness
What time are we having tea
A question now often asked of me
Are going out shopping today
We’ve already been,what can I say.
How long do I cook the beans
What’s the time, more and more
I know that you are still in there
Slipping away slowly, it’s not fair.
There is sometimes a light in your eye
Are you remembering days gone by
It so strange you still look the same.
Slipping away, life’s a cruel game.
What time are we going home
You can stay I shall go alone.
Stay and have cup of tea with me
There’s nowhere to go, we’re home you see.
Memories : Nano PoBlano
04 Nov 2014 9 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dementia, fears, happiness, joys, memories, Nano Poblano, pain
Day 4 NANO POBLANO Memories a poem
They wriggle and they giggle and they run and hide
But you know that they are in there, you’re the one who put them inside.
They hint and they suggest, they rub around the edge
You have to keep them active for absence of them turns your mind to veg.
They are beautiful and ugly , huge and very small
They are full of importance and yet they have none at all.
Warm and soft and fluffy , scary , evil and terrifying
Having a birthday party or turbulence while flying.
Having your first baby or your wedding day
But when you have to answer that question you’re lost for what to say.
Dancing with your first love kissing him goodnight
Arguing with your family .. boy that was an almighty fight !
Fighting off depression, facing down your fears
Memories dancing and prancing escaping through your ears.
Your first teddy’s name was Jingles your first job was blast
If you let your memories run it’s like a film with a giant cast!
You need to keep it active you cannot let it rest
For if you do not use it deserts you and that is not for the best.
Watch it very carefully be aware of tricks it will play on you
Remember you must keep it buzzing or it will wonder off ,that’s true.
They wriggle and they giggle and they run and hide
But you know that they are in there, you’re the one who put them inside.
They hint and they suggest, they rub around the edge
You have to keep them active for absence of them turns your mind to veg.
NaBloPoMo : Dementia , Alzheimer’s Cruel Game.
21 Nov 2013 21 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Alzheimer's, anger, dementia, Grief, hurt, loss, NaBloPoMo, pain
She is not in there she has gone.
Why search for the beautiful light that once shone,
She is no more herself, her soul has fled
Gone to us, to all purposes dead.
How cruel, how mean, how so unkind
To leave a feeble body and take a beautiful mind.
There are no words that can truly describe
The pain and fear of those trapped dead yet still alive.
You can not reason they know no rhyme
They are gone and left us to mourn behind.
The tiny flashes of a knowing eye is just a mockery
This is no longer your loved one, they are no longer who they used to be.
Screams of anger, voices harsh with fists of hate
You try so hard, you have so much on your plate.
There is no more that you can in all honesty do
They may be gone , but you can hold you patience and to their love be true.
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I have written this for http://ramblingsfromamum.wordpress.com/ she needs our hugs.