Last time I talked with my grandmother
she was stage diving in her mind
from the podium into the hands
of her dead audience of nazis,
Danish fishermen and begging Polish children.
Nothing was as it seemed,
all had gone from normality
into a world of her own
and she thought I was someone
she didnβt know. She called me Mrs.
Last time I had a talk with my mother
the same thing happened, so I can say
without being too pessimistic
there is a fair chance
I shall go bonkers as well.
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Comments on: "Stage diving in the mind" (9)
I changed “bunkers” into “bonkers” π .
You should lose the apostrophe in nazis too. π
Yes! I woke up this morning thinking that lol thank you! π
Let’s face it – I’m a ‘punctuation nazi’. π
π I am too.
I like this poem enormously. π
Thank you very much! π
Excellent and raw offering regarding dementia. But nothing is a given, Ina. Think positively! (But, also, remember your spirit is who you are … and that is unstoppable!) XO
Hi Diane,
thank you very much π I shall try and think positively, as long as I can think lol β₯