Tissues
By Rhiannonw
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Self discipline of many years
to never sniff or drip;
determined in these ageing days
for manners not to slip,
and always to equip
herself with handy tissue.
We boxes place conveniently
by bed, by plate, by chair.
Her pockets used, and sleeve or chest,
but stops, feels here and there,
‘now, have I put one anywhere?
make sure I’ve got a tissue.’
She folds, and puts one safe away,
but then begins to fumble
just when she’s zimmered to the step,
– I shout (can’t hear a mumble)
‘Better sniff than take a tumble –
find a seat first then you're tissue.’
If memory is now so short,
why is a fear conceived,
or misconception, well remembered,
but answer given, received,
that has that fear relieved,
is clean forgot,
‘and oh, where is my tissue!’
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You can feel the love in this
You can feel the love in this. Sad, the described processes, but this shows the smiles to be had too.
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find a seat first then you're
find a seat first then you're tissue.’ ...your
This is sweet, it made me smile.
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Ingrained habits live on -
Ingrained habits live on - thankfully, in some cases. Sweet poem, Rhiannon. I know where you are coming from with this one.
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And I too, am deeply touched
And I too, am deeply touched by the pathos written, so deftly, in between these lines, Rhiannon. Aaaaaaaaaaa...tissue, is all that there is left for me to say
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Hi Rhiannon
Hi Rhiannon
I do think your stories about your in-laws problems in old age are helpful. All of us will come across people in various stages of dementia as we go through life.
Jean
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