The words in my head

My words come to me		

My words come to me, at times they’re unbidden
From the depths of my brain, where they’ve been hidden

I can be busy at work or driving my car
They come to me often, wherever we are

The words that I write can move me to tears
As I try to express, my thoughts and my fears

They can make me feel happy and make me reflect
A range of emotions, I don’t always expect

When driving back home a rhyme starts to form
I just have to write down the words is the norm

For Parkies, it seems much less of a curse
It’s gifted me more of a talent for verse

I’ve written my poetry, for many a year
But since Parkies came, I’ve had more to share

Now writings a pleasure, with poem or Blog
It’s really much easier, now not a slog

I hope it continues, for a very long time
That I can express with the use of a rhyme

The way that I feel and the way that I think
My verses prolific and don’t start to shrink

I hope that I don’t start to stutter and stumble
My speech not affected, reduced to a mumble

May I read out my poems, my voice loud and clear
And write many verses, that I can then share

My thoughts to be clear, my brain still intact
My verse to be read and the timing exact

So while Parkies can be thought as a curse
As long as I’ve poems, it could be much worse

© Susan Marie Waight, all rights reserved 2023

Published by kiwipommysue

I work in health and have been with the same supportive team for over 7 years. They are all aware of my diagnosis and this helps tremendously especially while I get used to the idea of my diagnosis. My parents both had Parkinsons, so I guess my odds were higher than most.

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