Alison is in her 50’s and was an editor before dementia entered her life so was well versed in the art of words. Sadly now, dementia has meant she finds writing difficult, however, she simply takes as long as it takes and writes the most wonderful poems.
Remember, we all had talents pre dementia, we don’t suddenly lose those talents overnight. We simply have to adapt and learn new ways…….
This is her latest:
Faltering, stumbling, I reach for the letters that I use to employ with delight to define me, explain me, to justify me.
My tools, my craft.
Some light touch here, some emphasis there.
Just might strike a chord.
Letters sliding down the stairs of poesy and hoping for a soft landing.
Tiptoeing around my soul.
But now the words rebel.
They sense my growing decline.
They note the hesitation in my clichés.
All is not well in the world of verse.
All is not the well in my mind.
The shuffling ,suffering decline has a beat of its own.
I’m not sure I want to move to its rhythm… Not yet.
I have the strength to hold back
There is joy to have and love to have.
Sod my nemesis: It can wait in the wings until I am ready!.. There may be trouble ahead, but I can still be happy for now !