My friend Billie tells me that daffodils contain a chemical called galantamine which can help treat early onset dementia.
The only poem I know about daffodils is also about memory.
Coincidence?
(With apologies to William Wordsworth)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
(it’s years since I explored those hills)
But I remember still, the crowd
Of daffodils.
Continuous as the stars that shine
My memory from that bright day
Stretches in never-ending line:
Fades not away.
While others lose the thoughts they seek
And falter, I remember yet
The distant past, and just last week:
I don’t forget.
Perhaps I owe my sharp old brain
To that inspiring, fragrant scene
For daffodils make something named
Galantamine
And now, when on my couch I lie
Thanks to the pollen once inhaled
MY brain’s retained that inward eye
And has not failed.
Enjoyable read x
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