Following on from Mondays blog about the gathering of people with dementia in London. I promised to print the poem I wrote from the words people selected.
Rachel had the brilliant idea of buying an unloved copy of Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, from a charity shop and turning it into a way to get everyone to speak at the beginning of the event …… genius idea…..
Each person had to say their name, where they were from and then choose a word that was special to them from their page of the book.
Here are the words again
Rachel then said we’d take them away and create a poem. However, over lunch, and due to the noise being a tad overwhelming for me, I went into my own little world and wrote the poem there and then.
Looking at it now, I didn’t manage to use all the words, but most of them. You can either listen to me reading it out on Dementia Diaries here:
Or read it here:
Carry a notebook to write your thoughts
To rage and rampage
And not be alone
The Hope Love and Respect
The opportunity dementia brings
But still with a splendid smile
Of joy and peace
A curious opportunity
To share ideas, knowledge
And simply to understand
When faced with objection & unmanageability
The immensity of humanity
The beauty and forgiveness shines through
The guardians, the spirits
In their communicative way
Ask ‘Do we remember’?
That new chapter in our lives?
Then something stirs, our guardian angel reminding us
That, after all,
we’re still the same person
Still a mum fulfilling
Influencing, forgiving others
With patience, respect and love
After all, we’re still the same person