The Univited Guest


The Uninvited Guest

Lewy came for the weekend. I dread his visits. Don’t tell.

He throws his weight around and outstays his welcome you see.

A din of wants and needs; Lewy wreaks havoc. 

Anticipate his every whim. But it’s never enough for our Lew. 

Broken pots and soiled sheets gifts for the host.

Come in, make your many selves at home.

Lewy has countless dispositions available at only a moments notice. But which one will come for dinner?

My husband comes with his uninvited guest you see. 

I’ll lay another place at the table.

Liza Griffin


Categories carer, Dementia, Love, Poetry, wellbeingTags

1 thought on “The Univited Guest

  1. Rossana Poblet Jan 21, 2019 — 6:43 am

    the dinner time is over….today is a new day ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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