I needed to take a trundle ….poem

Poem

You know how sometimes you just need to escape the 4 walls and breathe in fresh air? Well one of those dayS was last Sunday. I didn’t hold out much hope of a dry walk as I’d woken to fog followed by heavy rain….but then, the skies cleared and suddenly the sun decided to shine so I took the opportunity …..

I needed to take a trundle today

To breathe in some lovely fresh air

I needed to take a trundle today

To simply wander and stare

I needed to take a trundle today

After all the fog and the rain

I needed to take a trundle today

Along my village lanes……..

and when I got home……it clouded over again…🙄

 

 

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with Young Onset Dementia. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

11 thoughts on “I needed to take a trundle ….poem”

  2. What a lovely poem! And I can understand how you feel because I wanted to do the same today, but not in the rain. Then I got absorbed in what i was doing and now it’s too late, because it’s nearly dark. (I wish I could put that into a poem like yours!)

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