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Yesterday’s Pain

Grape Kool-Aid and Chocolate Milk

Yesterday’s Pain is a memoir in which my rose-colored glasses are ripped off my face and smashed to pieces, teaching me what life’s bullies are capable of; things way beyond my imagination with repercussions that have forever wrinkled my heart and soul. Yesterday’s Pain is a powerful memoir that will make you think differently about mental health.

Grape Kool-Aid and Chocolate Milk is a poetry collection related to being a Licensed Practical Nurse and working with geriatric and Alzheimer’s/dementia patients for thirty years, which taught me the side of Alzheimer’s/dementia and getting old not often seen. The human side.

One Not So Fine Day

Many people, whether family, friends, acquaintances, or complete strangers, will take advantage of others if there is a benefit to themself. Dishonesty and betrayal are a normal, everyday part of life made up by a great imagination. No one is immune; stories only need to be 51% probable to be thought of as true for the boys in blue to react. They have the best story-twisting ability, too. August 11, 2016, taught me how the police and EMTs treat people with mental health issues who are victims of a crime.

Being a nurse

Singing “Sweet Adeline… da…da…da”
as I walk into her room,
puts a smile on her face,
She feels less alone.
Eating cookies and milk with Rosie
in the middle of the night,
puts a smile on her face,
She feels less alone.
Taking the time to listen and understand,
when Melvina’s words don’t come out as planned,
puts a smile on her face,
She feels less alone.
Singing the Kresge Dollar Store song with Grace
puts a spring in her step as she sings along,
puts a smile on her face,
She feels less alone.
When Charlotte crawls from her bed to the bathroom
and you crawl right along; she stays calm,
puts a smile on her face,
She feels less wrong.
Walking with Earl up and down the hall,
when he cannot find his wife,
puts a smile on his face.
He feels less alone.
Sitting at Hazel’s beside she holds my hand,
as the Angels gather around,
puts a smile on her face,
She’s not alone.
God called her home.
-Laura J. Courneya-Boggess