Blind DateA tingling sensation, My heart thumps loudly. Your lips are sweet, You are warm like fire. Hands entwine, A promise is made. You will call on Tuesday, I will wait impatiently. First date jitters, They are no more. You called late, I hung up on you. A joke that wasn't funny, A date that dragged. I gave you my heart, Now bound and gagged.Blind Date
Thank YouI breathe in and I breathe out I let you in without doubt You are the first man I can trust Everyone else left me in the dust You stayed by me through everything I've gone through And at the end of the day, month, year - it's always been youThank You
It's you that I want It's you that I love It's you that I care about It's you that I think about
Thank you For loving me too
So Far AwayI never claimed to go Where the streets are all aglowSo Far Away
I never claimed to be All the things you wanted me to be
I never claimed to go Where the streets are all aglow
I never claimed to know All the things you wanted so
I never claimed to have All the answers, in your hand
I never claimed to go Where the streets are all aglow
I never claimed to go Where the streets are all aglow
All the years have passed me by You are gone, as am I
Dementia: A dramatic monologue Nana, it’s me. I’m your granddaughter, Marie. Do you remember? We’re all here to see you. My dad - your son – and my mom are here. So is your grandson, Alan, and his wife, Françoise. I flew all the way here to see you. Don’t you remember me? Don’t you know who I am? Do you even know who you are? When I look at you, I don’t see you anymore. I see a frail, sick old woman. Your eyes have gone dull, but they used to sparkle. Can I tell you something? When I was a little girl, I thought you knew everything and everyone. I know it’s stupid, but I think you did, in some way. You were always thDementia: A dramatic monologue
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