the heart remembers. always.

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The heart remembers

 

 

This is a modified version of an anonymous poem shared by dementia advocate Norm Mac.

I made some changes and retitled it. I hope it touches your heart as it did mine…

 

my heart remembers

anonymous

 

when I walk alone and it seems aimless to you,

don’t tell me to come and sit down.

walk with me. hold my hand.

guide me to my destination.

I may be in search of something.

perhaps I’m hungry, or thirsty,

or I need to go to the toilet.

maybe I just want to stretch my legs.

I’m not wandering.

I’ve simply forgotten

where I’m going and why.

 

when I call for my mother

who is long since gone,

don’t tell me she has died.

reassure me, hug me, ask me about her.

I may be looking for the security

she once gave me.

 

when I shout out,

please don’t walk by or ask me to be quiet.

I’m trying to tell you something and

have forgotten how to say it in ways

that are familiar to you.

be patient. listen. find out what I need.

I may be in pain. I may be lonely. I need you.

 

when I become agitated or appear angry,

please don’t reach for the drugs first.

something lies behind my behaviour,

it may be something you are doing.

or it may be too hot, too cold, too bright,

or too noisy in the place I’m in.

maybe I need to feel purposeful, like you do.

maybe I need a reason to keep living, like you do.

maybe I miss my loved ones, like you do.

don’t drug me; discover me.

 

when I don’t eat my dinner or drink my tea

it may be because I’ve forgotten how.

show me what to do, applaud my efforts.

show me you care about my independence and dignity.

maybe just holding a knife and fork in my hands

will remind me how to eat and drink on my own.

 

if I push you away while you’re trying

to help me wash or get dressed,

maybe it’s because I feel afraid.

maybe you’re scaring me.

maybe I don’t understand what you said

keep telling me what you’re doing,

over and over and over.

 

I have a brain disease, that’s all.

I’m still a person with feelings.

I’m still here. I’m still here. I’m still here.

please see past the disease.

please help me live life until the end.

listen, and look beyond the surface.

reach out to me. understand my fears,

they may be the same as yours.

help me feel valued, safe,

wanted and loved.

 

if I don’t thank you,

it maybe be because

I’ve forgotten how.

but my heart remembers,

and is forever grateful.

 

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