Poetry – Page 3 – My journey with Parkinsons

A life with purpose… what will I be remembered for?

I think I have always been someone who, from an early age wanted to help and support people. I have had a lots of ups and downs in life, both in relationships and with my health. I have had depression, I’ve recovered and I’ve headed towards depression again in this life. I am happy toContinue reading “A life with purpose… what will I be remembered for?”

What’s the worst thing that could happen?

When you look into Parkinson’s on ‘Dr Google’ there are so many ways that this condition can affect us. It is mind boggling how many things can happen. There is pain, there are tremors, mobility and balance issues and of course cognitive effects. Of all the things that come with it, there is one thingContinue reading “What’s the worst thing that could happen?”

Parkies bringing out the creativity in me…

I have never thought of myself as being particularly creative. My main creativity, however, would always have been my poetry. I have written poems all my life and enjoy the process of producing something fun. I have tried my hand at mosaics and have a couple of items round the house that I have created.Continue reading “Parkies bringing out the creativity in me…”

Have I lost my poetry?

For years now, ever since I was 5 years old – when I wrote a poem that got read out on the radio – I have written some sort of poetry. They are usually the classic rhyming type, not like some modern poetry that often does not seem to. My poetry is often of theContinue reading “Have I lost my poetry?”

Poetry to order?

Those of you that follow my Blog will have noticed I have posted some of my poetry recently. My husband – and biggest fan – has often said that I should publish a book of my poetry. So, one day after one of these conversations recently, I contacted a publisher to enquire how to goContinue reading “Poetry to order?”

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?”