Glad to be Mad
Poems Verging on Sanity
by
Kim Shroeder
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Glad to be Mad :
Poems Verging on Sanity
by Kim Schroeder
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UK price: £10.95
US price: $12.95 |
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This collection of simple and honest poems will scream
out in self-validation as it tracks the author’s ups, downs and
observations through a wide range of human experience and emotions.
Book Description
Go on. I dare you. Take a peek. Perhaps you will find yourself, or someone
you know. Be glad. You share this madness with that person standing next
to you, or the one sitting beside you and even the one that society has
trussed up in a straitjacket and administered ECT to. This collection of
simple and honest poems screams out in self-validation as it tracks the
authors’ ups, downs and observations along its learning curve, revealing
intense moments of epiphany. Most importantly, the poems show there is no
shame in feeling bad or different. Rejoice in being you, with all your
colours, and see how normal you are!
About the author
Kim
Schroeder is a freelance writer and English Language Teacher.
After studying English she trained to become a mental health nurse,
working for 10 years in the NHS.
Her career in Health Care Management came to an end when she made
the decision to care for her own mother who developed an early-onset
dementia at the age of 55. Deciding
that ‘Charity begins at home’ she never looked back.
On moving to
Visit Kim's website at http://www.freewebs.com/katseyeview/
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Just one of the very sensitive and perceptive poems in this collection:
THEY CALL IT ALZHEIMER'S
He
still looks like the man I used to know
Same
face same eyes especially when he smiles
Though
much thinner now with a compulsive need to wander
Could
he be searching for a way back to the life we once shared?
His
behaviour makes no sense – I try hard to understand the meaning
As
he talks to people that are not there and shouts out in the dark
Aggression
was never his solution to life's frustrations and difficulties
Now
I try to help him shave and he punches me firmly in the ribs
They
say he cannot help it – it is the brain damage – he has no control
This
I do not comprehend as he contemplates me with such venom
I
know he does not know me anymore – his children also forgotten
I
try to remain calm composed – is this possible with a severed heart?
There
are moments when I can almost believe
It
is all a bad dream
That
we will wake tomorrow
And
take up where we left off
I
ask myself how can I go on how can I cope?
The
answer lies in his face those eyes
When
he holds my gaze for more than a second
And
I am overcome with feelings of love – just like before
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