To celebrate National Poetry Day, here is a word collage poem – collected words from a conversation under the stairs at An Lanntair.
Through the stairs
Look at all those busy legs,
Hurrying.
My hip is sore
And my knee, today.
Look at them hurrying up the stairs!
And the little ones, little legs.
Look at her skirt, swooshing round her knees
And her toes
Going upstairs.
What’s up there?
Margaret Anne Macleod
*this was collaged together from what Margaret Anne said while waiting for the lift and looking through the steps at the people going to the café at an Lanntair.
I love the way that older people living with dementia often notice and celebrate people’s bodies and take time to focus on things we often take for granted.
Cianalas An Lanntair 