Thursday, 11 April 2013

A poem about a woman suffering from Dementia and the affect upon her family



Who Are You?
Who are you standing at my bed, with tear filled eyes?

My daughter no, you are wrong, I think she died

And who are you, how dare you kiss my face?

George my husband, no this is not the case

And what is this place, its not where I live?

A care home no, get me my clothes, do as I bid

What do you mean my illness makes me forget?

I don't know you people, leave me, my mind is set

I'm tired now, let me sleep but go, do as I say

Well hello my darling George, how are you today?

And my beautiful daughter its been a while since you called by.

Why the tears, dont be silly, I'm happy no need to cry?
Pat Watson

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