Some days I sit by the water.

I float in a bubble alone, watching

hoping that I can soak up the world in my memory

as I’m scared, so scared of losing.

losing the colours of life.

losing the feeling of the wind touching my skin.

losing the thoughts of contentedness within

So I float down the stream soaking the world around me.

loving the beauty that you walk past day by day

Catching joy in the smallest drop of nature

and hoping I don’t sink and lose it all one day.


This one is my poem on being scared of losing my memories of all the beauty in the world I have seen. As my dear Gran had dementia and I am scared I shall go the same way, but I shall keep soaking up the beauty in the world with a smile.


Keep Smiling