What a way to use humor in dementia. Thanks to Kat.
Knew you’d love this, could relate; perhaps poem for your blog someday? Hope you’re doing well, hugs, kat
Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 12:07 AM
Subject: Fw: MY FORGETTER
Forgetter Be Forgotten
My forgetter’s getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say ‘what am I here for?’
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say ‘Hi’ and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, ‘who the hell was that?’
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.
LIVE, LOVE & LAUGH A LOT
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