I'm just curious to know if any of you fellow sufferers out there ever write poetry about your experiences?
And if so, would you like to share it with us. Sometimes poetry can be kind of healing and we all could use a little gentle, thoughtful medicine. Thank you.
There once was a mom with dementia, Who insisted that orange was magenta, Determined she’s right, So absurdly she’d fight, Sure that chocolate tastes just like polenta. 😉
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Who insisted that orange was magenta,
Determined she’s right,
So absurdly she’d fight,
Sure that chocolate tastes just like polenta.
😉