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    Dementia Poems
    Dementia Poems
    Dementia Poems
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    Dementia Poems

    By Iris Therese Smith Reid

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    Iris Therese Smith Reid wrote these poems along the way while looking after a husband who suffers from dementia and sickness. They were inspired by some of the things he has done and said while Iris has been his carer (for the last seven years now), his wife and his lifeline. Since her husband was diagnosed with dementia Iris has kept a journal recording the many ways this tragic disorder has affected their daily life together. The process of writing is one of the things that have helped her through this difficult time. "Writing this and the poems," she says, "helps me recharge my batteries for what lies ahead."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherA H Stockwell
    Release dateSep 20, 2016
    ISBN9780722346686
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      Dementia Poems - Iris Therese Smith Reid

      Dementia Poems

      Iris Therese Smith Reid

      ARTHUR H. STOCKWELL LTD

      Torrs Park, Ilfracombe, Devon, EX34 8BA

      Established 1898

      www.ahstockwell.co.uk

      2016 digital version converted and published by

      Andrews UK Limited

      www.andrewsuk.com

      © Iris Therese Smith Reid, 2016

      First published in Great Britain, 2016

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright holder.

      Dementia

      I’ll stay right beside you

      For I know you have gone –

      Let’s hope not for ever,

      Let’s hope not for long.

      My heart it starts hurting –

      I’m feeling your pain.

      This dementia it takes you

      Again and again.

      It’s taken your memory,

      It’s taken your name.

      You sit there just staring;

      You look so downcast –

      Your wife and your family

      Are all in the past.

      Your mind has all gone

      On a different adventure

      To a terrible sickness –

      A thing called dementia.

      I’ll stay right beside you

      For I know you have gone –

      Let’s hope not for ever,

      Let’s hope not for long.

      Gone

      Where are my family?

      I know they were here.

      Why do they leave me?

      Do none of them care?

      I wake half the night

      For I cannot sleep;

      Thoughts of my family

      Run far too deep.

      I stumble along,

      My mind full of fear,

      My face full of agony,

      My eyes full of tears.

      One day they are here,

      Next day there’s none.

      I saw them just yesterday,

      But now they are gone.

      Where are my family?

      I know they were here.

      Why do they leave me?

      Do none of them care?

      Lost

      You pecked at him meekly,

      Just bits at a time.

      You dug down there deeply

      Right into his mind.

      He was so happy

      Till you came along;

      Now most of his memory

      Has nearly all gone.

      You started off slowly

      So no one would know,

      But then you got daring

      And stepped up your game.

      You took without caring

      And left him in pain.

      It’s not a pain

      That you can cure –

      Take a

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