Dancing Hands and Creative Souls » poetry and Alzheimers http://www.dancinghandstaps.com Tap Dancing Rhythm For Your Hands Mon, 30 Jan 2012 03:55:27 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 A Little Tea and Poetry http://www.dancinghandstaps.com/art/a-little-tea-and-poetry/ http://www.dancinghandstaps.com/art/a-little-tea-and-poetry/#comments Tue, 14 Dec 2010 04:06:27 +0000 admin http://www.dancinghandstaps.com/?p=772

It was time for a “holiday tea” for the “Advanced Stage Alzheimer’s Unit”. We set the table with a colorful table cloth and special dishes. Each one had a special place. My artist friend and I talked naturally about many Christmas memories, as we watched quickened glances, and even a few sparse comments. We do not always know what is understood or heard. As we finished our tea we wrote limericks.

There once was a lady named Jane
Who walked outside in the rain
It started to snow
And the wind did blow
So she went in the house again

Our limericks were configured by the artists in healthcare who were present. Those with Alzheimer’s were very engaged in hearing the rhythms and helping with the rhyming.

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A Poem about Clothes

Eva couldn’t at one time wear shoes.
Her feet would swell… what could she do?
She cannot wear a woolen sweater.
She wears cotton instead… that’s even better.
Ann likes to wear shirts that are red.
“I won’t wear black” she said, shaking her head.
Mary likes to wear a white sweater
And wearing blue is even better.
Rosie doesn’t like to wear scratchy clothes.
It causes itching on skin and nose.
Thelma likes wearing a plain old dress.
A bright and pretty dress… oh yes!

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