Day: February 25, 2017


This is an old poem I wrote when my grandmother was beginning to deteriorate with early onset Alzheimer’s.  As it happens, and as life goes, my grandfather became suddenly ill not long after this with a severe brain tumour and passed away a year before my grandma.   This was my imagining life without her. It might seem a funny thing to say, but I’m glad it happened the way it did.  Whilst my grandma missed my grandad so much, I have a feeling he simply wouldn’t have coped without her.  She was a tender woman with an enormous reserve

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