The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

There are many good hospitals and nursing homes, and there are many bad hospitals and nursing homes. I shall leave it at that.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

Here I have broached the hard subject of us carers really knowing what our charges want. There’s a fine line between what the person themselves want, and what the carer thinks is best for them. That is true of any carer situation but, with HD, there is even more danger in dismissing the person’s real wishes and needs.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

In this poem I have tried to touch on loss of family. The “cruel to be kind” line conveys not only trying to protect the grandchildren from seeing their grandarent so ill,but protecting them from seeing how they themselves may end up.

Where did the “missing, presumed dead” of World War II go? Not all were buried in shallow graves. Carol finds out another explanation while working in a nursing home.

Drozin decides to become an example for others to follow by doing community service.

This poem was inspired after I was volunteering at a nursing home. It really means a lot to me. I hope it touches you like the elderly touched me.

Poem.

Help someone out give it a try.

A poem written for those elderly who can no longer speak their needs, and live often in the less-painful past.

What may happen to us when we reach old age.