The Dementia of a Soul

A personal poem about dealing with dementia in the family

Sam H Arnold
Oct 9, 2019 · 2 min read
Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

Her soul I know left years ago
the shell remains even though
I cry tears of anger and of woe,
Fly free my wise old owl and go.

A woman so brave and smart
Who helped to stop the UK from falling apart,
Hitler tried to occupy our shore,
Gran stood firm and manned the store.

Amazing woman first of her kind
Area manager when women stayed behind
My hero, I wanted to make her proud,
Her praise a goal of magic sound.

A daughter raised who I call mum
An ear she leant when I was glum
The books we shared through many years,
A love so strong it held no fears.

God I hope you hear my call,
I know my Gran has given all,
I know I mourned her years ago,
Now take her up to her new home.



Sam H Arnold is a writer and mentor. Using 25 years of teaching experience and a degree in Education, she mentors other writers. She also knows many topics in education and child development. It is these and private life experiences which are the foundations of her writing.

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