Today was a difficult day. Many of the residents were not in good health. Two of them had bad falls. One, whom is very helpful and full of life and activity in spite of her dementia was have a difficult time staying awake. We have a staff member I do not trust whom some of the residents seem afraid. I fear why. So, I set and observed some of the residents I was caring for and they inspired these poems.
Sitting at the table playing with a deck of cards Not cards to him But stories What stories do these cards tell I cannot know His mind goes places in the past Private places Beyond the grasp of dementia The cards only have meaning to him Once a bright and brilliant man now confined by a mental barrier He did not expect But does now accept with a graciousness of charity ingrained in a life of faith trust and assurance And now the cards tell stories only he can understand What a good and sweet Godly man
There is another resident. A woman, no two women, who walk. This is their poem.
Walking, walking, walking but where does she go? Around and around in a circle. Is she searching? Is she traveling" Is she seeking for that which is now lost? Walking, walking, walking back and forth around the room. If you ask her why she cannot reply but onward with determination she goes. Sometimes she cries sometimes she laughs always looking forward as she goes. Walking, walking, walking through the realm of dementia She goes As God walks with her.
Please pray for people who are old and have the disability of dementia.