My demons!


Another of  my son’s poems;

My life is plagued by demons

Awake all day and night.

THEY persecute me

Never let me rest.

The doctors support them

And don’t consider me.

I represent the bourgeois

I come from a good home.

Therefore, am not worthy of support

Only a kick in the pants.


Soon after writing this poem, David asked me;

“Tell me Mom. Do you know what the word virtue means?”

“Of course I do, David.”

“I bet you don’t. It means insufficient temptation.”

Then he pointed to a girl walking ever so slowly along one of the long corridors in the hospital that I had grown to hate.

“See that girl, Mom?”


“Well, she could be called a skeleton and over here, that means a bunch of bones with the person scraped off.”


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About Jill

Author of books and articles on support and experiences of living with a mentally ill family member. My aim in blogging is to let others see how a loving family, with a father and husband who is able to give unconditional love, can help the family cope. Many call me the blogging grandma.'

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