“Bed alarm” – a poem in my father’s voice March 5, 2021January 2, 2024 Laura G OwensDementia My father straddled self-awareness, grasping for the last of his free will, yet obedient. Share this:Share Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading...
