Posts Tagged ‘Wordsworth Dances the Waltz’

To  caregivers who are using their pens to  preserve the humanities  of caring for someone with Alzheimer’s or other dementia-related illness, this is for you.



I’m shipwrecked

On this Isle of Caregivers

Send Help!


A bottle, sealed with wax

Washes up to shore. Inside,

A pen and sheets of blank paper.

©frances kakugawa



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  Mr. Kevin Kawamoto wrote a very generous review of WORDSWORTH DANCES THE WALTZ, in their special Alzheimer’s issue in the Hawaii Herald. Thank you, Mr. Kawamoto & Hawaii Herald! (Psst, Hawaii readers:  if you want a coupon code for 40% off when you buy books from Watermark Publishing, do get a copy of the Herald!) I’ll   be in Hawaii in March to speak at  various events. I’ll sign your books then.
Look, I am in the Hawaii Herald newspaper! Mr. Kevin Kawamoto wrote a very nice article about my book, WORDSWORTH DANCES THE WALTZ, in their special Alzheimer's issue. Thank you, Mr. Kawamoto & Hawaii Herald! (Psst: if you want a coupon code for 40% off when you buy books from @[71673657848:274:Watermark Publishing], go get a copy of the Herald!)

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My mother said to a minister a month before she died, “Don’t let me be forgotten.” She’ll be pleased

to know she is helping me make a difference among loved ones with Alzheimer’s disease. Our gratitude to

journalist Karleen Chinen and the Hawaii Herald.


Hawaii Herald

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Wordsworth the Poet and I will be so delighted to see you in Elk Grove.

Saturday, September 21.

We’ll be signing books at the Jan Ken Po Gakko Arts & Crafts Fair

from 9:30 – noon.  The fair is from 9 – 3:30.


Sacramento Asian Sports Foundation Facility

9040 High Tech Court

Elk Grove CA  95758

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WW with notepad

The Suzume No Gakko Summer School in San Jose

invited me to speak to their students in grades 1 – 6,  on being an author. It was to captive audiences that I   shared stories on how my Wordsworth books were written. But when Wordsworth made a surprise visit, the stage became all his.

Wordsworth was pretty excited and it looks like he shaved off his whiskers that morning. One alert first grader brought it to his attention.

WW's tail

Wordsworth promised to dance the waltz with everyone at his next visit.


Ww with kids

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Hello Everyone, My books are now available as e-Books. Check out the site below, posted by Watermark Publishing.


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The Forever Hurrah…….

As November, Alzheimer’s Awareness Month comes to a close, for caregivers and their loved ones, awareness  does not end,  not even after death.

Caregiving is like a river, but not  a free-flowing river, for there are obstructions from the bank, attorneys, the medical world, siblings, family, and the disease itself, among many unexpected “others”.  So we humanize care giving the best we can by  not adding our own obstacles.  And sometimes, we stand up tall, both caregiver and the one being cared for and we let our voices be heard.


                                The Steward’s Reply


The day approaches when beings

from beyond the stars come to ask,
“why should the likes of you,
defective and dangerous as you are,
be permitted to spread beyond
the light of your dying sun
and onto the wonder of the heavens?”

In reply, a single caregiver
stepped out from the cloud of humanity
as if to say, “We are the Stewards of Mortality.
In all the limitless expanse of your travel,
the countless species of your wondrous universe,
have you ever met the likes of us?”


                by Red Slider

               page 108: Breaking the Silence


                        Hey Alzheimer’s


Hey Alzheimer’s,

Sitting there so smug, gloating

Over the memories

You have stolen, the years we have lost.

Do I have a story to tell you.


You see, Alzheimer’s,

What you think you took, we kept.

Every memory we secreted away

In our children, our friends,

Our loved ones.


You could not rob us, though we forgot.

You could not erase us, though we could not write.

You could not silence, though we could not speak.

The stories, the laughter, the moments that passed

Into their keep, you could not steal

Into a night of silence.


Look at me, Alzheimer’s.

My life is restored, remembered, reconstructed,

With tools of love, dignity and laughter.

A house of memories is built

By my children, and their children

For generations to come.


So here I am, Alzheimer’s,

With family, friends, and loved ones.

What you thought you stole

Is still here. We are all still here.

So Alzheimer’s,

What do you think of that?


                        by Frances Kakugawa

                        Page 167:Breaking the Silence



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