A poem, inspired by living with dementia
By Kevin Bonfield
A man that can no
longer tell the time nor know
which day will be coming
next
Opens the top of a
carrier bag and
shows us an alarm
clock and a diary
A man whose long and
short term memory crackles
and sometimes
cackles
Opens the top of a
carrier bag and
shows us a shaver
and a camera
“They’ve told me I can’t be there”
A man who feels no
hot, nor time of day
but always hungers
For something sweet
A bit of music
Anything smooooth
with ketchup
“It’s the kids they can change it”
A man who hides
his remote control
in a plastic tub
Is told by voices
To move himself
and his worldly goods
The bedroom is now closed
Packing Our Trunks 