Oblivious

Oblivious

I forgot your name and forgotten mine
And will forget so much more over time
My family and my family tree,
Even though you keep reminding me.

I've forgotten where i grew up and lived,
Hope you'll be patient and forgive.
The way I talk has become humdrum.
I'm sorry about the person I've become.

There's no need to be so serious
You can see I am oblivious,
In my own world my trail of thought.
Go along with me, don't be distraught.

I open the door to you with a smile,
Not sure why you're here but stay a while!
Make a cup of tea while you're here
We’ll talk about the early years.

Forgotten the day and important dates,
Don't know if it's early or getting late.
I'm losing more capacity every day.
I'm sorry to be vague and faraway.

It's gone midday and in my dressing gown,
The disease in my head has let me down,
But I'm still the same person inside,
It's not my fault brain cells have died.

Please talk to me like you normally would,
I'm sorry if I've misunderstood.
Be kind to me, I'll be contented
Even though I'm disorientated.

Am happy living in my bubble,
Not knowing it causes worry and trouble,
Just help me through my twilight years,
Stand by me and persevere.

Copyright Linda Lawrence

16th September 2017

Out of Salts....

Out of Salts....

Forget the Pessary -

It’s not necessary!

And a suppository is messy.

Got my own

Pharmaceutical recipe -

Which is great therapy!

And it’s bought readily!

Not on prescription

Will give a description.

I’ve blown the hormones,

Thrown the progesterone,

Giving up on the oestrogen!

Binned all the unknowns.

Had a face like thunder

Been on fire down under.

Is it time I wonder?

Gone through cycles,

Read all things vital

And childbirth;

Given stuff a wide berth.

Now it’s time for revival!

Ditched the cream

That got into my blood stream;

The sheets got greasy

If you know what I mean.

There’s been a hitch,

It’s been a bitch

This burning itch!

(Needed to switch)

And I know it’s not the

Doctors fault

Trying all those enzymes.

And there have been times

I’ve been caught short

And felt out of sorts.

Had a douche

And after a whoosh -

The fire’s gone out

Less dry, was a drought!

Having bought

Some Epsom salts!

Copyright Linda Lawrence

1^st September 2017