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Blogs by Annabel Sheila
Living With Dementia
10/18/2012 6:08:44 AM
How does one measure success? For some, the need for financial gain outweighs any sense of pride in accomplishment while others discover early on there’s much more to achieving a goal than merely acquiring material wealth. Although padding the coffers is certainly a dream! It’s human nature to want the comforts attainable when a measureable rate of success has been achieved. But oftentimes we lose sight of purpose…
My experience with writing thus far hasn’t provided the means to possess my wildest dreams by any stretch of the imagination, but I have acquired wealth beyond measure because my words have touched human souls!
Now and then I get an email message about something I wrote that means more to me than I can put into words. Recently, a young girl of thirteen in Australia took the time to forward a word of thanks for a poem I wrote a number of years ago that still lives out there in cyberspace. She said the poem offered her great comfort in knowing she wasn’t alone in the terrible journey she’d been forced into with her beloved Nan.
This child and her mother moved in with her Nan a year ago because she has dementia and could no longer care for herself. As an adult having gone through “Living With Dementia” (the title of my poem), I know how very difficult it was to watch my mother-in-law suffer through this horribly debilitating disease for a few years before she passed away. But for a child to watch a beloved grandparent go through this, I can’t imagine how difficult it must be.
Living With Dementia
© Annabel Sheila
She’s trapped inside the prison walls
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be
Has long been left behind.
There are times when she’s quite alert
Her memory seems intact.
Then there are days when she disappears
And we know it’s not an act.
No longer able to care for herself,
We couldn’t leave her alone.
Her safety had to be assured
So we placed her in a home.
Good days are when we visit her
And she calls us by our name.
She’s grateful for our company
And thankful that we came.
Most of the time it’s difficult
To see our Mom this way
All we can do is love her now
As we take life day by day.
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More Blogs by Annabel Sheila
• Living With Dementia - Thursday, October 18, 2012
• What's Wrong With This Picture? - Friday, January 06, 2012
• Beyond Forever - Wednesday, April 27, 2011
• SADD - Monday, January 17, 2011
• And The Oceans Scream - Wednesday, May 05, 2010
• Trapped - In An Elevator - Tuesday, August 11, 2009
• Letter To MJ - Thursday, July 02, 2009
• 8000 Drums - Monday, June 22, 2009
• My Life Is A Musing - Thursday, June 04, 2009
• Dreams Can Come True - Friday, May 22, 2009
• Believe! - Thursday, May 14, 2009
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