Losing It (Dementia Poem)

I have a comb in my hand

What do I do know?

I have a comb in my hand

I have a wallet in my hand

What do I do know?

I have a hanky-chief in my hand

I have a comb in my hand

What do I do know?

(Bang!)

What was that? What was that?

What’s was that noise?

What’s that noise?

What do I do know?

What do I do know?

I see a face

I can’t remember

What do I do know?

What do I do know?

She’s smiling

I can’t remember

I have a wallet in my hand?

What do I do know?

It’s all gone

Can’t remember

I feel so tired

What do I do know?

Tired

What do I do now?

I have a comb in my hand

She’s talking to me

What do I do know?

Can’t remember

Ok

What do I do know?

Put my coat on?

Oh oh oh

Where are we going? Where are we going?

Doctors, oh oh oh

What do I do know?

What do I do know?

I have a hanky chief in my hand

I feel tearful

What do I do know?

 

2 thoughts on “Losing It (Dementia Poem)

    1. Thanks, this poem is based on my 95 year old great uncle who has dementia. What do i do know? is what he utters as he struggles with his senses, very sad.

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