In all our life together it has been there.
The good times gave us laughter,
The funny times gave us laughter,
Even some bad times gave us laughter.
Now as our journey goes into old age
We still laugh.
Her ills are increasing
But still we laugh.
Her dementia is sad
But still we laugh.
Her problems do silly things
But still we laugh.
We laugh at each other,
We laugh with each other,
But still we laugh,
But still we laugh,
But still we laugh.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: At dinner last night my wife, Joyce, and I were eating and conversing quite happily when one of us said something and we started laughing and as we continued eating and speaking we kept on laughing at the strangest things. Joyce's dementia has caused some amusing things to happen even some sad things. It was my birthday a couple of days ago and Joyce had my present to wrap and card to write. I left the room for about twenty minutes to let her do this, when I came back in the present and the card were not to be seen. I asked her where she had put them, I have put them away she said. I asked her were they were and she could not remember, we found them after about five minutes searching the room. This is sad in its context but we deal with this type of thing by laughing at it. Laughter has become a serious cure-all in our life. The idea for this poem came to me at dinner last night.
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This is so uplifting in such a sad way - a joy to read Andy. On the matter of laughter my wife and I are the same but (naughtily) we find what sets us off is being able to see the double entendre in perfectly innocent comments and phrases. The other night a chef referred to hot gingers and we were convulsed - we are total gigglers even at our ages.
We are much the same, when the daughters come round to dinner my wife always ends up in cascades of tears of laughter. We too are in tears of laughter but at least we do not have to get up the mop around our chairs as Joyce does.
Goldfinch, this is such a beautiful, tender, happy/sad, but full of love poem. It made me remember the time I called my mom (I think she was 91 then) in Switzerland. She had had a massive stroke, was bed-ridden, and suffered of dementia as well. On the phone she told me that she had married again. Who did you marry, I asked. She was quiet for a moment, then broke out into laughter and giggled
'I have no idea'! We had a big laugh.
Your poem means a lot to me! Thank you!
My pleasure Fred. Laughter is so important in all our lives, even at the sad times. Thank you for your reaction.
Goldie, this had me almost in tears. My adoptive mother had Alzheimer's Disease and anything she forgot of didn't bother in the least. I'm sorry your wife has Dementia, but as you both laugh so much, isn't that still what life is all about? Long may both of you laugh Goldie. ; )
Thank you AP, it is an invidious disease but we can still laugh together.
I meant to say Happy Birthday, but got side tracked in leaving my comment. So Happy Belated Birthday Goldie. ; )
A fine write Gold. Do folk laugh at 1066 jokes too?! heehee.
Gold - It's a tough situation you are in, but to be able to find humor anywhere in ones life is reason enough to go on living. When we laugh at ourselves we laugh loudest. To write about your situation, perhaps will help relieve some of the anxiety. Keep on laughing, keep on smiling, and keep on writing. - Phil A.
Laughter is so important in life and you are right we laugh loudest when we laugh at ourselves. Thank you for your kind words Phil.
This is a beautiful write, you have taught all of us with these experiences you write of. An inspirational piece, definitely a must read my friend.
Thank you PB, much appreciated.
sad,but you are together,and you still enjoy each other
Very true Ron and we shall always be together.
Omg, this is so beautiful
Thank you Ebu, you are most kind.
Oh Goldie! This is very sweet. In my family we don't have dementia yet but my ex husband mother she has it has a long, long time. We laughed sometimes with her too because she got to be like a child. She laughs all the time and then sometimes she also cries for no apparent reason. She is going to be a hundred this year.
Thank you Malu, laughter is the cure-all in our lives.
Thanks Goldfinch! It's an uplifting poem.
Much appreciated comment WC.
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