How do we make sense of |Dementia. this is my opinion of what I see.
Dementia.
Do you know what
it means, to hear those words
Was it you, or a
loved one that looked, out from that blank stare.
Do you comprehend,
I’m still in here, looking out,
Trying to make
sense of the world I see, and the sounds you make
Stringing words to
help you understand, what it takes to hold a conversation.
My mum came by the
other day, she had a cup of tea and a chat, and that was that,
My kids came by
and asked how I was, I thought that was funny, but that’s OK
Did I mention my
mum, Oh sorry, I didn’t tell you she died, and that was that,
I don’t know why I’m
here! hello, who have you come to see?
Oh why is it me?
I only came in
because the sun was hot outside, and need to rest in my hotel room.
Call me for dinner,
I don’t want to be late, did I finish baking that cake?.
The staff in here
are great, watch, Can we have tea served outside today,
They even give biscuits
and Chocolate Cake, Hello who are you? Did just ask that?
Have we met before
you seem familiar, all this from a person I loved so dear.
It’s trying to
make sense and help me remember the past,
with hope, that
this might not last, and the person I knew would say I love you.
It’s hard to see
someone you love, forget who you are, it’s not their fault, but that’s OK
The brain misfires
and it’s not a joke, and binds different memories while I’m awake,
But what happens when
I go to bed, someone has changed all my bed,
Did I tell you my
Mum came to visit? Did I just say that,
I’m sorry, I keep repeating myself.
I’m sorry you’ll have to go, it’s all right,
I’ll tell them, I would see you out,
Or maybe I’ll get
one of my staff to **** you out, and next time make an appointment
So that’s all
right then.
Why are you
looking at me strangely, I’ve paid for the Hotel and will be back next week.
I’m not on Holiday, am I? And all this from a blank look.
Live for today and
don’t spend time arguing, you could be where I am wondering who is sitting,
next to me.
Without the help
of the NHS, and the kind staff in there, how would I cope 24/7?
Who looks after them,
when the day has ended, who cooks their tea, or is allowed to Watch Eastenders?
Who washes their
uniform and gets it ready, ironing those creases, and all those pleats,
For those are the
staff that keep me safe, while I try to make sense of this place. So that’s all right then.
OBV. 04/0565/2024.