The owl and the pussycat decided not to go to sea, but have a fight instead.
Yesterday afternoon whilst I sitting in my living room, I saw an elderly man wander down my path, twice. He’d walk to the door, stop, and instead of knocking it he’d turn back and walk away. He looked confused and disorientated. On the second time he did this, Mum and I opened the door as he was walking away and asked if he was okay. He seemed lost and was trying to find his daughters house. We asked him where she lived but he didn’t seem to know. We asked his daughters name and after a few minutes he remembered. He had a mobile on him so we told him to ring his daughter. He put the phone to his ear, but he wasn’t getting any response. I took the phone off him and scrolled through the numbers, he’d mentioned two of his daughter’s names so I tried both, neither picked up. We invited him in so he wasn’t in the cold until we could get in contact with somebody who knew him. I made him a cup of tea and put the TV on for him. His mobile started ringing, it was one of his daughters, my Mum answered. She explained that he was lost and a bit confused, we told her our address and she was on her way to pick him up. After a few minutes he seemed to forget he was lost in the first place and was quite happy sitting with us, drinking tea. Only about five minutes past and his daughter was at the door, she came in and he was shocked to see her. She let him finish his tea and we had a chat. He hadn’t realised he was in the house of strangers. The nice lady thanked us and took her Dad to the car. After he left I burst into tears. We had all this a few years back with my Nan before she passed away, this made it all come flooding back. The effects of dementia are terrible and no one should have to go through it. If you’re currently looking after somebody that has dementia, my heart honestly goes out to you. Watching my Nan week by week fade away was the most awful thing. When I was younger my Nan looked after me on a regular basis, so having the tables turned and watching her independence leave her was truly horrible. I know the man that was in my house yesterday will get the care he needs, but some people are far less fortunate.
I’ve rehearsed this speech over and over but I doubt it’ll go as planned,
I want to paint you a picture so you will understand.
Not of Leonardo’s Last Supper or Mona Lisa’s smile,
But one of us on a cold winters night curled up in front of the fire.
Imagine the large fluffy rug beneath our naked feet,
The open fire burning bright letting off a mass of heat.
It’s the only source of light we need to illuminate our silhouettes,
I want moments with me to make you forget each one of your regrets.
The earth feels like its stopped spinning tonight now your hand’s in mine,
Our belly’s full of pasta bake and our glasses full of wine.
This picture I try to paint you is one of comfort and trust,
Not a night on the town where you’d swap pasta bake for lust.
In years to come our picture will be hung in museums and galleries,
People from all over will come to see from schools to families.
Exam questions will ask students what the artist proposes,
And no one will acknowledge how bad I am at drawing noses.