Cobwebs: An Outrageous Appeal


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Cobwebs: An Outrageous Appeal


Memories in cobwebs left in the dust of time,
Not called upon, they fade into the mist.
Tricks fail to recall, even with the help of rhyme;
Soon they are forgotten and soon they’re never missed.

Yes, cobwebs, tangled in the distant mist of time,
Cobwebs, former memories of former better times,
Now swinging in the breeze, retired before their time,
Even former languages left rusting in the grime.

Trapped for food by a phantom spider’s grip,
Woven into this, her sticky glut’ness nest,
Struggle as they will, they cannot give the web the slip,
Woeful destiny, to be gobbled by a pest.

Memories that fade for lack of light
Cast into the shadows of the night
Never again to be seen as bright
Gives a person such an awful fright.

Greedy little spiders collecting shiny things,
Gather up the memories that used to fly on wings
Now clipped and stored, greedy spiders then forgot –
They went aprowling, where spiders meet to sing.

Now they lay enwrappped, much too tired to fight,
Cocooned there and saved, where they can never waft,
Padlocked and guarded by a long-forgotten key,
They’re left there hanging with the breezes in the loft.

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We’re Running out of Month

We’re running out of month. September is World Alzheimer’s Awareness Month.

We must not forget.

Outrageous Appeal

We need to spread the word; we need to raise that awareness and donate money and help in the fight to save ourselves from this mighty disastrous disease.

As for me, I live on a partial pension. I advocate via my blog at, and by selling my book to help raise my donation.

It has been a dream of mine to be a best-selling author. In Canada, that takes a mere 5,000 sales.

As there are a minimum of 564,000 people in Canada with Alzheimer’s / Dementia, 5,000 is nothing. But that many sales of my book “Chasing a Butterfly: A journey in poems of love and loss to acceptance,” the poetry of Alzheimer’s, poetry for everybody, would help the cause toward fighting these diseases and relieving the people with Alzheimer’s and their families who are “vicitims’ too.

Actually, if we sold 1,000 books at a mere $12.95, we would raise $12,950. If we sold 5,000, we’d raise $64,570.

Ten per cent of $64,570 equals $12,950. Not an insubstantial amount to contribute.

As I live on a fixed income, I am transferring ten per cent of each sale into a dedicated account for the Alzheimer’s Society of BC. BC, by the way, is the home of the University of British Colunbia, which has a world-leading research department investigating the disease and finding ways to mitigate it on the way to eliminating it.

My wife’s spirit will love you. Ann was always a giver – and a volunteer: she was the founding mother of the Surrey Navy League Cadets and Sea Cadets, and she presided over cadet organizations for twenty years before Alzheimer’s claimed her.

I thank you with my heart.

PS: You may think that 564,000 people with dementia/Alzheimer’s doesn’t sound like much in a population of 37 million – but it is a whole lot of woe.

Multiply that by about five to include immediate family members (unpaid care givers), close relatives, even neighbours who help out, and, again, that’s a whole whack of misery going about.

And the pandemic is growing.

You think we have time?

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*564,000 Canadians with dementia – ALZ Soc Canada

CREDITS: cobwebs cobwebs-padlock

For a peek into “Chasing a Butterfly,” go to:

Further reading at    #caregiver   #dementia      #Alzheimers   

Thank you.


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Come, Break Bread with Me



Come, break bread with me

Come, Break Bread with Me

Come, break bread with me,
and we shall talk of many things,
of peace and harmony, friendship,
and the turmoil that is life,
and how we may all just get along.
And so to form a bond so strong
As to forget to go to war.

We all stumble from time to troubled time.
But if we break bread together,
we will find a way to heal.
Come, break bread with me,
let us make music together,
let us sing in sweet harmony
of love and brotherhood.

Come, break bread with me
and we shall talk of loyalty,
of truth, and swear to honesty,
and bring out the best of merits
that we hold within ourselves.
Shall we? Break some bread together?
Learn to weather every weather?

Shall we look into each other’s eyes?
Shall we take each other by the hand?
Shall we toast ourselves with wine?
Break bread with me, and we’ll be fine.

–H. W. Bryce

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12 Stages

In assessing my experience with the care giving of my beloved wife during her Alzheimer’s journey, which became my journey, I analyzed out 12 stages that I went through.

Each was more difficult that the last.

Untill, toward the end, when acceptance visited me and I began to accept acceptance,
and as the end came within sight, I decided that I would have one more stage to go.
I had to strive for serenity. You know, that help me Lord to accept the things that I can…

“Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”
–Reinhold Niebuhr, American Theologian

To help me to do that, I decided that baking would be a soothing, calming escape and a path to inner peace after the turmoil of Alzheimer’s.

Well the baking has not gone well. In fact, it has been a non-starter. I have found myself far too busy keeping up with my blog here at – and writing for and attending poetry groups, working on a new book, etc., along with “life.”

This turns out to be a big bonus for the life after Alzheimer’s – or cancer, or any other vicious, heartless disease. Or even retirement. It has been the answer to that lurking question: What will I do to fill up my time “after”…

However, in the meantime, the cost of living has driven the price so high that it has given me a bit of a kick start into the realm of baking. I have taken to baking my own bread. In a bread machine. Hence, that lovely loaf above.

And so, I invite you all to come, break bread with me.

In keeping with my underlying theme, may I point out that for every purchase of my book “Chasing a Butterfly: A journey in poems of love and loss to acceptance,” a portion of the price goes to the Alzheimer’s Society of BC?”

For a peek into “Chasing a Butterfly,” go to:

Further reading at    #caregiver   #dementia      #Alzheimers   

Thank you.


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Reflections: then and now



Reflections: then and now

We all live to some extent within our past,
After all, our past is what has built us.
We feel no older than at some point in that past,
And in our mirrors, we se our younger selves.

We reminisce, repeat, try to be wise,
We have seen our past, and our past is us.
Our past is reflected in and through our eyes;
You may think, “If only those eyes would tell”

But we are who we think we are, that’s that!
Our deeds and us are never far apart,
And never did we simply stand at pat,
For we are always young at heart.

“When I grow up, I’ll show them how it’s done!”
Was I ever young? When I was, I thought,
“When I grow up, I’ll be the one who has won.
And, oh, I hope that I can be as fit as him.”

When we were young, life was not at stake,
And we really did get things done.
Enthusiastic, we made some mistakes,
But we believed that we’d outlive them all.

But then life itself grabbed us by the scruff
And shook us from our treasured dreams,
And sometimes showed how life can be rough
And made us look at life, face to ugly face.

Sometimes we wish we could do life over –
And the things we didn’t do quite right –
But life never promised us a bed of clover,
And then we didn’t have that second sight.

Think of those coming to the end of life
Coming to terms with regrets and grief,
Feeling how reality cuts like a knife
And wondering how life came to be so brief.

But we are who we think we are, that’s that!
Our deed and us are never far apart
And never do we simply stand at pat
For we are the ones, always young at heart.

For a peek into “Chasing a Butterfly,” go to:

Further reading at    #caregiver   #dementia      #Alzheimers   

Thank you.

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Do Not Change Your Face


Do Not Change Your Face

Every family knows this. Every Care Giver. Every Lover.

My thanks to my dear friend Jill Bennett for the use of

her lovely poem and the picture of her Rodney.

Precious are the memories.

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H. W. Bryce

When illness befalls your beloved one
And her care falls upon yourself,
Your self gets lost amongst the tasks
And you are left with many asks.
Take a look at where you’re going,
Review the place at where you were,
And you will see that things are changing…
And, surprisingly, so are you.
And, surprisingly, so are you.

It’s easy to get lost, anywhere
Amid the minding and the care,
Amid the routine repetitions,
The ever asking what is where,
The never-ending of demands,
Oh! The lies and accusations!
She has changed beyond your recognition…
And surprisingly, so have you.
And surprisingly, so have you.

But comes a point when things must change,
You take control, she’s mighty strange,
You’ve looked at her and analyzed,
You’ve studied hard and realized,
Things have changed and things are worse,
Now you know the chapter and the verse,
No longer is she the one you knew…
And surprisingly, nor are you.
And surprisingly, nor are you.

Now you see from whence you came,
Now you know just how to play the game.
You’ve taken on your full control
And now you know just how to care for her.
You haven’t lost the one you thought you were,
You have grown into the one
You always wanted to become.
And surprisingly, you have become.
And surprisingly, you have become


In support of the fight against Alzheimer’s, a percentage of sales 
of “Chasing a Butterfly: A journey in poems of love and loss to acceptance”
goes to the Alzheimer’s Society of BC to aid that cause.

Chasing a Butterfly at

NOTE: For “her” in the poem, you can easily substitute “him,”
if your loved one is male.

My thanks to  Willetha Barnette

August 23 at 9:52a

Willetha wrote:  As a #caregiver, it may not be a matter of losing the person you thought you were but rather growing into the person you hoped to become.

From @Caregiver

Further reading at    #caregiver   #dementia    #Alzheimers  

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We Find a Way

We Find a Way

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When things get tough
We struggle but we hope;
When things get rough
And we dangle at the end of our rope,
We find a way,
We find a way.

When we’re refused,
When we don’t get our way,
It’s too hard to move on
But we cannot stay,
We find a way,
We find a way.

When we’re told we can’t,
And “they” block our way
Or say “you shouldn’t,” or “you won’t,”
And give us reasons “that’s the wrong way,”
We find a way,
We find a way.

When love is not enough,
There is no way to cope,
And friends and folk all “say,”
And the world refuses hope,
We find a way,
We find a way.

We find a way to break the dam
Of nos and nots and won’ts and shouldn’ts,
We toss aside the can’ts and “damns”
And break the ties of “couldn’ts,”
We find a way,
We find a way.

We find a way to do what’s right
No matter how mighty is the might,
Opposition does not impress,
We leave nothing up to “guess,”
We simply choose the way of good,
We find a way, we always would!

Chasing a Butterfly at

Further reading at    #caregiver   #dementia      #Alzheimers   

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When the Blues



H. W. Bryce

When the blues come out to visit you,
Hear the music that’s inside of you
It’s in there just awaiting to be played
Play it now and you’ll be glad it stayed.

It will lift your spirits up,
It will carry you along,
The beat will move your feet,
Your heart will meet the beat.

So cock a snook at pesky blues,
Put your worries down, you have paid your dues,
Dig down deep and you will know,
You’ll give those blues a mighty blow.

Those happy thoughts are sure to stay,
So, sing a different tune, I say,
Soon you’ll have a smile that will abide,
So listen to the music that’s inside.

Hear the music that’s inside,
Sing it out, sing it loud,
Sing those blues right to the ground,
Sing to turn those blues around.

Sing it out, sing it out,
Sing it out the door…
Sing it, sing it, sing it,
Sing it out the door.

As every care giver knows, the blues are a frequent visitor, both to the (patient) and to themselves.

I offer these words as a tip to cheer yourself up a little.

Works for me.

And I can’t even sing.

Picture credit at: Pixabay, Creative commons, Artsy Bee

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Further reading at   #caregiver   #dementia   #Alzheimers

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