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Dementia | John Baverstock - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Dementia | John Baverstock

Barbara visiting her husband,
A trip she regularly makes,
He is staying in a place of care,
Whilst she has a well-earned break,
Geoff her husband,
Has had dementia,
For nearly 10 years,
Barbara loves him so much,
So often leaves in tears,

Is that our Margret,
Or is it Jean,
I have missed you,
Where have you been,
Your late coming today,
Where’s mum?
Is she busy cooking dinner?
is that why she’s not come,
Hi Geoff its Barbara,
how are you?
Barbara?
Barbara who?
Your wife Geoff,
Sorry love who are yer,
How’s me Dad doing,
Where’s me Mother,
Bet he’s still in pub,
Me dad likes a drink,
Will me mum be coming,
What do you think?
Jean it is you Jean,
It is Jean how’s dad?
I’ve just finished work,
It wah right bad,
Last shift for the week,
Are you listening Margret,
Last shift.. yes work done,
Can’t wait Can’t wait,
To see mum…
Can’t wait!

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A Visit to the Veterans Rest Home |  Roy Pullam - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Visit to the Veterans Rest Home | Roy Pullam

It had that smell
Of old men
Aged to helplessness
I checked the wall
The posting of room assignments
I passed several men
In wheelchairs
One called out to me
I did not stop
I felt uncomfortable
Not knowing
What to say
His voice followed me
Down the hall
I saw Arnold
Sitting in a chair
A sheet wrapped
Around his midriff
Anchoring him
In place
I noticed his beard
His thin hair
Like gray straw
Piled loosely
On his head
I spoke to him
“Arnold, do you know
Who I am?”
He smiled
“Sometimes I don’t know
who I am”
I forced the conversation
Hoping some form of recognition
Would follow
As we talked
His eyes not focused
His smile not quite right
I felt ill at ease
Like hollering
In a thunderstorm
Alzheimer’s is so cruel
Leaving the body
Just a shell
I left in frustration
With my heart broken

Floss Away! |  G. Louis Heath - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Floss Away! | G. Louis Heath

Floss your mind with these flossy lines.
Relax, give it a good flossing. Floss the
pre-frontal cortex, home to your best
thoughts and plans. Then briskly do

your hippocampus, to keep your
memories fresh. Dementia is a terrible
thing. Don’t forget to get the dark
corners where the id takes refuge.

Floss away the repression or risk chronic
depression. Floss away! Floss away!
Floss away daily!

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