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You look confused.
You stand and stare.
Do you know where
You are? So sorry, dear.
Let me help you along.
No, I don’t mind, my dear.
Please don’t you fear,
I’ll come along with you.
Yes, I’ll stay, yes you can pray –
Don’t you rush no need to rush,
It’s okay. I don’t have to rush
Anywhere either.
Anything that helps.
Are you ready now?
Have you decided how
To get back home?
Going east? Going west?
Take your time, I have all day.
Going west. Well okay.
We’re on our way.
Waiting…I am waiting
For her to make up her mind.
When you’ve lost your mind,
Life is hard, but my love is not abating.
Come along now, dear you,
We’re almost home,
Our safety zone.
And yes, I love you.
Some people, not just those with dementia-Alzheimer’s, simply cannot make up their minds.
I used to be one of them.
Note: I am teaming up with fellow writer John Knapp, author of Donna’s Story, to do readings and discussions at care homes.
Both books are available on Amazon and at Friesen Press.
Chasing a butterfly: Friesen – https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000015361954/H.-W.-Bryce-Chasing-a-Butterfly
Donna’s Story: Friesen
https://books.friesenpress.com/store/title/119734000038270025/John-Knapp-Donna%27s-Story
It’s official. H. W. Bryce is an international poet.
I am so happy to show you the Amaravati Poetic Prism international multilingual poetry anthology that contains my little tribute poem to the philosophy of Rabrinranath Tagore, the Bengalese Poet Laurate.
Although I am unilingual, this 85-language anthology includes my contribution, which was translated into French and Bengali by the industrious Indian poet Supratik Sen.
Here it is in French with translator Supratik Sen’s photo and cross reference to H. W. Bryce as author.
There Is Always Morning was distilled from a longer piece that I posted in September, 2016.
Here is a link to that piece:
https://hwbrycewrites.com/2016/09/26/there-is-always-morning/
Here is the poem in English:
H. W. Bryce
There is always morning,
It’s God’s good day to you,
It’s God’s most gifted way
To prove that love is true.
Life’s for love not futile hate,
A gentle gift to start your day
With faith and hope, it’s not too late
To share your heart, keep hate at bay.
If this should be your final morning,
Would you greet the day with love?
If you were given one last wish,
Would you wish me love?
I wish you sunshine all your days,
With new hopes to be a-borning,
And rain to make the blooms to stay,
For there is always morning.
Value things but not for worth,
Value what they represent;
Value people’s inner worth
For more than they present.
For if there were no morning…
Your aura would paint the sky,
The Earth would lose its orbit,
And God would cry!
© hwbryce 2017
Don’t forget, I was : Chasing a Butterfly
And here it is in Bengali:
#Alzheimer’s Society BC http://alzheimer.ca
H. W. Bryce, judge at 6th Rabindranath Tagore International English Poetry Competition.
The book can be ordered through cyberwit.net.
MY DIVORCE
We were sweethearts , for life
I did nothing without her
I called her Sugar, she called my Honey
She sweetened my life
I got a kick out of her
More than a good cigar
We were like man and wife
I was nothing without her
But she tired me out
She drained me
We’d have an exciting time
Then I would drop
Something was going wrong
I didn’t know what
She went sour on me
And she became too mch
She wanted more
Always more of me
And I of her
We craved each other
Then I started feeling ill
I was much too tired too often
I couldn’t keep up
Doctor said I needed pills
To cure these sickly ills
Get out from under that stress
He said
Get yourself some rest
He said
Dump the stress
Etc
And so the divorce,
Me and my Sweet Suger Baby
No longer sweeet, parted forever
So it’s goodbye to my ex: sugar.
— —
— During my care giving days with my Ann’s Alzheimer’s battle, I frequently resorted to my vice:
Anything and everything sugar.
But the initial sugar shot benefit became a sugar crash low, and led me ever closer toward depression.
Nor did it do anything good for my waistline.
Now I have divorced my sugar cravings, and live on a more even keel.
Don’t forget, I was “Chasing a Butterfly.”
#alzheimer’s #dementia
From this…
Hey Folks – I’m Back
Upon looking back
At the turmoil of my life,
I can see it all n ow,
What I couldn’t see then:
I did have the strength,
I did deal with everything.
I did grow stronger
In every way!
Oh, it took a while.
I stumbled here and there,
I even failed once or twice,
But overall, I think,
In looking back again,
I did all right.
The thing to do from now, of course,
Is forge ahead with will,
With purpose, determination.
And live life to the gill.
Hold no regrets, take no foolish bets,
And deal with everything one gets
Along the way; hold true to one’s belief;
Enjoy the moment. Don’t pass by too brief.
So, upon looking back upon my life,
I see that I have survived the strife,
And though there may be more of that to come,
In the end, I’ll add up a plus in life’s grand sum.
— –h w bryce
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Chasing a Butterfly
Amazon: goo.gl/nexsF4
FriesenPress: http://bit.ly/2jQpFxS
See you soon.
MERRY CHRISTMAS everybody.
Thank you for this year.
See you on the other side, in my new abode.
#Alzheimer’s #Dementia
Dreams, dreams, day and night,
Can’t get that dream out of sight
Dollar bills, beauty house,
Fancy car, gorgeous spouse,
Picket fence, rose garden too,
Come on Fate, make dream come true.
Win, win, lottery win,
Give my life a lively spin;
Hope is where the future lives
Heart is the gift that gives.
But then at night, think it through,
What if life and I were through –
Couldn’t take it all along,
Things are here where they belong,
Maybe keys to Heaven are the keys to life
Odds and evens balance out, opportunities are rife.
Set for life a living dream,
Expenses are an endless stream…
Life must balance, I’ve found out,
So I kick that dream right out,
I’m living life as best I can,
With hope and heart, I kick the can.
Someone posted this attractive painting, perhaps her daydream, perhaps ours too.
But the tickets prompted this “sort of” philosophical stream of conscience.
Could that someone please contact me – either for credit, or to kill the illustration.
I like the painting for its evocative quality, its imagination, its color, and, yes, its composition.
Thank you.
Chasing a Butterfly: A great Christmas (realistic) gift for the care giver in your family. Check it out at
Amazon: goo.gl/nexsF4 and
FriesenPress: http://bit.ly/2jQpFxS
See you soon.