Dutiful Dementia Poem by Barbara Vanier
Dutiful Dementia
Riding through the morning
Risen sun in my eyes
Orange placards warning me
Of ahead what does lie
Dutiful dementia I begin to cry
Yes I will, No I haven't
Have I upset you
Would you like, did I do it right
Was it enough for you
Dutiful dementia sacrifice me for you
Rip my flesh, flood my eyes
Beat my chest and I can't lie
Don't look in me 'cause you might see you
Dutiful dementia sanity of madness
It's what you are living through
Dutiful dementia sanity of madness It's what you are living through No truer words were ever spoken. Just today I was talking to someone, and she asked if people were insane or just a little crazy. I said we all have to be a little insane to live in this crazy world. Dutiful Dementia. I like how you worded this. It shows us that since we have all been through experiences like this, we all have dutiful dementia, which is almost like being insane, if not right on the border of it. You say a lot in these few lines, and some would say it isn't what's written here, but what isn't that the reader can see. This is a definite 10, and thank you for sharing. Hugs, Barbara
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5/10/2024 7:19:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
caring for a dementia victim can drive you nuts