Spend my days writing remedies

"that I’ve forgotten
more than there ever was to remember." Brilliant line this one Beeme. My Mum had Alzheimers! A great poem as per usual.

;)Pia

Thank you very much Pia, I'm really sorry to hear about your mother.

Beeme xx

Hi Beeme, couple of typos - remembers and booby (I think) in the last section. You really are writing well Beeme - keep these coming. :-)

Good work Beeme x

Thanks fatboy, for spoting those typos. I'm really happy you think so.

Beeme xx

Thank you Sunday :)

Beeme xx

Another gossamer gem. I work in health care with the elderly at a home care agency in southeastern Massachusetts so we deal with dementia on a daily basis.

When I read your poetry I think of John Gardiner, the literary scholar and essayist who wrote On Moral Fiction. Gardiner said that all authors - poets, novelists and short story writers - should create from a moral or ethical perspective. He was tarred and feathered for espousing such a heretical notion back in the nineteen sixties when artistic hedonism was the order of the day but, to his credit, never gave an inch.

Your writing has that purposeful integrity (i.e. what I alluded to rather ineptly in my last post) that Gardner spoke about in On Moral Fiction You don't cut intellectual corners and that's a good thing.

Thank you so much barry, you always leave me such lovely comments!

Beeme xx

It's good to hear this and very well written. I've been involved with Alzheimer's and the like a fair bit over the years and there seem to be precious few people who take the time to think about who the person once was and who see the fellow human being. I'm glad you're one of them and this is excellent.

Rob

So poignant... lovely read about a sad topic.

new Beeme
Hi! well deserved cherry!
A very sad poem, expressed so well,
in the details. Sometimes medical world
can't find a remedy,and tell you so,hope! needed.
Liked all of it. Especially
stanza line;
Or perhaps I'm just to reluctant
to let go
but she remembers the trivial
things he did,
the mistake with the laundry,
his pink pants.
Mine! if he attempts washing, puts
all the whites, with the colours,
completely ruined. Called thought?
Not got Alziemas spelt wrong. just
having breakfast
Have a nice week-end.
Hope your coming next "Wheatsheaf"
poetry evening November?
julie xxx

Thanks Julie glad you enjoyed and I am hoping to come to the Wheatsheaf in November :)

Beeme xx

attempts at becoming self- sufficient,
almost burning the house to the ground trying to make toast.
The smell of paint and strange chemicals remind her of his garage;
early morning starts

great Beeme to remember the important things! :) K

Thanks Kahdai and L G meadows.. I'm so sorry I don't know how I missed your comment.

Beeme xx