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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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Pandemic | Jubshaw

October 1, 2023 / Best Poetry / coronavirus poems, humanity poems, illness poems, pandemic poems / Leave a Comment

Everyone is worried more and more
A deadly virus is on the loose
It has invaded the USA from shore to shore
Millions of germ cells have been introduced

Social distancing is a new concept
We all have to embrace these days
People need time to process it
All the hand-washing really will pay

It seems that oldsters are the most in need
As they can’t easily fight this virus dread
As well as the younger people indeed
It seems many hard days lay ahead

Schools are closing their doors earlier
Then they had ever planned to do
Also restaurants and department stores
Are shuttered up to stop this flu

It is hoped that we all can strive
To treat each other with care
In a few months we all hope to arrive
At the end of this pandemic scare

Let’s all lift our hands and hearts together
And pray that we soon will be free
And hope our economy will weather
This awful disaster from sea to sea

Let’s join hands to help our brothers
The homeless and destitute in many lands
Refugees and kids without mothers
Living in tents on hot desert sands

Transformations | Bonnie Burka Shannon

August 14, 2023 / Best Poetry / aging poems, contemporary poets, illness poems, modern poets, struggles in life poems / 2 Comments

Their journey
Had just begun
Or so
It seemed
An existence
Consisting of
Gliding smoothly
From summer
To summer
Blessed with
Good health
Attractive façades
Toned bodies
And ample energy
All part of
Their summer package
At the beach
Then unexpected
Pain
Searing pain
That caused
An inability to float
With the
Summer breezes
Not the same summer
Not the same summer
At all
Health dilemma
Over soon?
They thought
While minimizing the
Diminished appearance
Weakened body and
Reduced energy
Of her soul
Then came alarm
Diagnoses absolute
Two intermingled findings
Stated In
Clipped tones
By a specialist
With little interest
Time catches up
They realized
With thoughts
Expressed wordlessly
In facial expressions
Hard to believe
Harder to accept
Even as bad news
Interrupted
With daunting diagnoses
She was
Not giving up
Never giving in
One step
At a time
Her brain said
One day
At a time
She told
Her friends
Visualizing cures
She pushed through mush
Though getting there slowly
Two steps forward
One step backward
But almost there
Almost there

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Get Well Soon | M.V. Newborn

July 3, 2023 / Best Poetry / caring poems, illness poems, poem about family, sweet poems / Leave a Comment

A great woman.
Worked with my mom
Monday to friday
She was there
At the clinic
Her bright face and voice
Always present
She used to make my projects
And she never dissapoints!
Always a surprise here and there in her works
But then
The bump was discovered
And everything kinda stopped for her
Now she’s at home
Being fed soft food
And some pills
She looked
Lost
The last time I saw her
I told her I was in love
She smiled and told me she was proud
It took a lot of strength to stop myself from shedding a tear

Corona Virus | Sarah Shahzad

May 30, 2023 / Best Poetry / coronavirus poems, illness poems, infectious disease poems, read a poem / Leave a Comment

This virus brought us far,
But we can’t get back by car,
It spreads itself far,
All without any mark,

Inadequate protection let it enters us,
Without us knowing it is there,
As it begins attacking cells,
As the attack, rings just as a bell,

We might run fast,
But can’t avoid the virus,
As it infects the iris,
As there’s no way out,

We might eat grapes,
Without knowing the escape,
As it flies through the body,
As a shape free to undertake,

Round but not weak,
As it looks for a victim,
Not immune to such infection,
That victim is seeking protection,
A protection as that virus is nonstop.

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Salad Days with Bitter Dressing | Roy Pullam

February 23, 2023 / Best Poetry / comment on poetry, illness poems, poetry online / Leave a Comment

My eyes recorded things
My memory won’t let go
The pain in my father’s eyes
As he fought breathlessness
The hard wheeze
The perspiration
On a winter’s day
The creak of his tired bones
As he lifted
His body from the cane chair
The smell of liniment
He put on his broken back
Healed with too little attention
From the doctor
Who had put him
In the corset
No therapy
No follow-up visit
Left to suffer
The fate of the poor
The halting trudge
Across the yard
As he made his way
To the mailbox
Slow steps
With frequent stops
His chest heaving
As he tried to force
Air between the shiny black
Coal dust
In his lungs
Too old before his time
I do not have warm tales
Of throwing the ball
Taking camping trips
Other children recall
About their fathers
But how I loved him
Always aware
That one day
He would struggle in vain
And the breathe
Would not come

Loop-De-Loop | Wanda Morrow Clevenger

February 20, 2023 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, illness poems, read poetry online / Leave a Comment

there is retirement
and then there’s
chronic disease
a long sometimes short-
lived list of amusement
park rides
the adult rides
the hair raising
white knuckle
you must be
>this afflicted< to ride this ride rides a scurry to keep on keep positive keep active busy bees be busy bees writing–excellent stress reliever I’m told, keep it up you’re doing great come back in 6 months my 80-something recently divorced mother weepy says she’s lonely her children don’t come around she’s still hobbling from hip replacement but the cane is conspicuously absent she plodded past retirement age now has too much space to wallow and weep she has a long list the windows and screens and curtains need washed I share a lunch with her be a good daughter a busy bee riding the loop-de-loop

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