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Dementia made my mother a poet
The writer wonders if she had tried hard enough translating the strange dialect that takes over as memory fragments.
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In dementia, memories may fragment and fall away, but through metaphor, the message comes through in a strange dialect, says the writer.
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Anthea Rowan
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My mother often asked me: “Am I on a ship?”
“No, mum, you’re not,” I’d assure her. “You’re high on dry land.”
