Intelligent Conversation 2.

Goldfinch60



Every time we are there

She comes to our table,

The manager of the coffee shop,

Sometimes just to say hello,

Occasionally to chat.

This time she stopped,

Stopped for a few minutes.

We spoke of holidays

Of marriage proposals,

Of work,

We spoke of many things.

 

To me it was wonderful

As we spoke with meaning,

Which is something I miss,

Miss in my wife’s world,

Her world of dementia.

I therefore thank her,

Thank her so much,

To lead me into a world,

A world of intelligent conversation.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2019 03:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: We go up to our favourite coffee bar several times a week, it is a chance to get out of the house with my wife and she appears to be somewhat better when we are there. The manager of the coffee bar knows us well and often stops and chats, yesterday we chatted for about ten minutes and these words came to me. I have chosen the music because she is a Greek Cypriot and this version by Bryn Terfel is so good.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • sylviasearcher

    How heart warming

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you sylvia, most kind.

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      Good Morning UNCLE ANDY : Angela here @ 11: 30 pm! I adore Fidler (and BRYN) great performance of a Classic : thanks for share ! Some of my housebound clients (in Essex) have a Partner with Dementia so I can empathise : they love to TALK with me : when I visit. Being a peripatetic Physio is a bit like being the Manageress in Coffee Shop : its good to talk !
      Thanks for sharing Bryn & Capuccini :
      Blessings & love to you Both :
      ANGELA (NZ) 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Angela, it means so much when I can talk to others.

      • orchidee

        A fine write and clip Gold.

      • kevin browne

        Bless you, Goldie. I have a firm belief your intelligence will win the day. Dementia is a God stricken sunken sorrow in which the desire to love grows even larger than life itself.

        • Goldfinch60

          So kind Kevin, thank you for your kind words.

          • kevin browne

            You know you're always welcome.

          • Michael Edwards

            Fine write Andy

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Michael.

            • Neville

              without a shadow of a doubt, this is a most touching and heartfelt poem indeed...... Neville



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