Awareness

It’s world Parkinson’s day…welcome to my world…. There is an inevitable dichotomy between telling the truth and avoiding sympathy If I explain just how I spent My day… Just where the hours went You’d see, perhaps, the toll now taken By Parkinson’s But you’d be mistaken If you thought I had a choice. An alternative,…

Swimmingly

I’ve missed a couple of days….sorry xxx

Timing

This poem is about how things can twist and change so easily and wondering what would happen if we could ‘backdate’ an encounter Sometimes when I am sitting Drinking coffee Dreaming of you I imagine what it would be like If we could turn back the clocks To when we were not pitted and scarred…

As ever

The youngest feels he’s been left out The elder is impatient And I as parent wonder at Sibling dynamics ancient

Speedy

Today my poem must be swift A rhyme instead of sonnet As I have got to do my chores So four lines are my Limit

Identity theft

We all are meant to have a tribe a family that we can live inside a group who understands our ways Accepting us And yet these days It seem to me that this coherence Is suffering mass interference We don’t sit down and talk direct We click and type on t’internet And it is easy…

Patience

Having Parkinsons means I have to learn patience….one day…. Wait with me While I tremble Wait with me While I falter Wait with me While I regroup While I reset While I restart Wait with me Or not I will be here Until I can walk Elsewhere.

New

posted yesterday on instagram

Scrap Heap Challenge

Day 2’s second poem….an homage to using all your scraps up in the kitchen….the glamour!! Fairly loose leeks Kept in the fridge For weeks Brussel sprouts Crying to get out Of their brown bag And other swag From my unlovely shelves Are chopped And skinned And twinned With shining spices And flashing flavor Until we…