Poetry – Page 7 – My journey with Parkinsons

Where is the little boy?

Where is the little boy, who learnt to write his name? He stands here now before you, supported by a frame. Where is the little girl, who learnt to tie her lace? She sits there in her chair, with lines upon her face. Where is the little boy, so used to climbing trees? He sitsContinue reading “Where is the little boy?”

Flying in the face of convention…

Today I wore odd earrings. I didn’t mean to, but I noticed half way through the day that I had put on two totally different earrings. I know years ago I seemed to lose one of a pair of earrings and decided that rather than not wearing the remaining earrings I would mix and matchContinue reading “Flying in the face of convention…”

Pills, pills, pills

I am at the age and stage where I seem to take more and more medications on a daily basis. So, I wrote a poem about it! I get up for my breakfast and reach out for my pills A dosset box is piled high, to manage all my ills There’s pills to take forContinue reading “Pills, pills, pills”

The Serenity Prayer – a philosophy to live by…

I have been watching a series on Netflix and this prayer has been recited several times. Though brought up a Catholic, I consider myself not a religious person these days. However, this prayer, this philosophy if you will, speaks to me. I do feel at the moment in my life a form of acceptance ofContinue reading “The Serenity Prayer – a philosophy to live by…”

A Poem about Parkies

I’ve always written poems It’s just been what I do But this will be a poem Of something that’s quite new My poems; they are mostly Designed to raise a laugh But with this subject matter It’s more than a job and a half I can’t say the diagnosis Has beenContinue reading “A Poem about Parkies”