Dementia

Things

Things I can no longer do

Things you wont allow me to

Things I know I’ve done before

Things of which I’m now, not sure

Places I have lived and moved

Places bringing sweet soul-soothe

Places unfamiliar, new

Places strange I go with you

Names and faces everywhere

Names that bring a memory fair

Names which used to fit in time

Names of those who once were mine

My soul is floating fettered to

My anchor, firm, which cannot move

My view when lifted by this storm

My mind cannot define its form

Things were planned before my time

Places set in boundaries mine

Names and faces I have loved

My soul will fly to home above

18/4/2019

The Tunnel – A Parent’s Latter Journey

The Tunnel

 

Entering a tunnel

Darkness closes in

And roads, once open for to travel,

Are behind, now growing dim

 

Tunnels within the tunnel

Are hidden, not in view

Another holds a lantern

Describes the roads I now can choose

 

Confusion reigns in darkness

Who is safe to trust

Suspicion fills the spaces, which

No longer are robust

 

A strange and lonely journey

Travelled without choice

The One who’s been my leader

I can yet hear His voice

 

Trusted Him in struggle

Trusted Him in peace

As promised He’s been present

Promise stands;

He’s present, He will lead

 

30/3/2018