My Place

This poem was written by Mum during the 8 yrs after she was diagnosed with Alzeimers.

MY PLACE by Irene Brown

Here I sit in the garden,

The sky is blue, the sun shines,

Tree branches wave.

Sea-gulls fly and birds sing,

The breeze blows across to me,

Other birds perch on chimney tops,

Flowers bloom around me

Tiny blue and white ones

in the grass beneath the tree.

There is peace here - and joy in 

living, fills my very being.

Sounds from far off reach me,

Birds sing more gallantly,

The mixed scent around me

delights and fills my heart.

Amazingly, amidst the sounds,

there's peace here, a quiet peace

Midst the sun's warm rays,

The blue-green sea beyond,

Sun shining, birds still chattering.

The droning of an aeroplane

far up in the blue sky

somehow has it's own place now.

Humans, birds, fish, animals, insects

Together in their individual ways

Create that special something

In this wonderful world.

We all live together

trying to understand,

To care for

This place

We call home

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Seeing by Irene Brown

If I were choosey
like my friend Susy
I’d never see what I see
My eyes tell me to look around
Making me ---- feel so free

Up in the sky the sun appears
At night the stars shine - bright
Sometimes only clouds we see
Different shapes bring such delight


Faces by Irene Brown (with illustration)

Five little people fell out from the sky
Slid down with the raindrops
Coming from up high

These little people -- look!
Wondering! --- Why are we here?
Not having learned to smile yet
All they can do .... is peer

But number 5 seems more at home
Has he been here before?
Oh dear, now I’m wondering
So I’ll close my eyes once more

n.b The following poem was written by Mum in 2005, 3 yrs after Alzheimers was diagnosed.

I Listened - by Irene Brown

Last night, son John phoned
To have a chat with his Dad
I picked up another phone
Then listened quietly … glad …

That they just enjoyed chatting
I heard them with delight
On the other phone….
Until son John took flight.

Then ‘twas time when
We went to bed
And off we went
Toute suite … no more was said.

Here I am next morning
In the sitting room alone
John still fast asleep
I’m writing - on my own.

Now the time is 6.48
Such quietness reigns so clear
I’m going to have a cup of tea
Before Dawn returns here.

By Irene 27 January, 2005.

Dreaming

DREAMING by Irene Brown

Waking up early this morning
A dream still lay in my head
closing my eyes -- I listened well
To the words that had been said.

I soon found my own writing book
My pen ... so eager and bright
Then, Mum came down to see me there
Smiled ... “What a sight.”

There is no doubt that ‘sweet dreaming’
Brings wonderful thoughts on flight
A very special happening
With such cheerfulness .. at night.

Now all is quiet and peaceful
I must close my eyes and sleep
My dream will live in my head now
This precious moment -- I’ll keep.