If I were a pigeon I would be thankful If I were a pigeon I would be thankful

A sweet truth can be a bitter lie. A sweet truth can be a bitter lie.

Where I just want to soar... Where I just want to soar...

A poem on Alzheimers  A poem on Alzheimers 

Some days arrive When our rooms get crowded with unwelcome people Night after night, weekend after... Some days arrive When our rooms get crowded with unwelcome people Night after ...

Truth must be listened to. At this age no moral lessons. No threats works for me. Truth must be listened to. At this age no moral lessons. No threats works for me...