This picture book is loosely based on the story of a family friend who struggled with dementia later on in her life. The power of music, kindness, and friendship across the generations, are woven into the story.
Aimed at 4 - 8 year olds.
I first met Daisy at the park. I was on my way to the swings with mum, when I noticed an older lady sitting on one of the wooden benches. She was all alone, twisting her hands in slow circles and frowning, as if trying to remember something.
‘Hi. Have you lost something?’ I asked. She looked up with sad, green eyes and then, without replying, looked away. I thought perhaps she hadn’t heard me so I said, ‘Um. . . are you okay?’
‘Do I know you?’ she questioned softly, looking at us again.
‘I don’t think so. My name is Olive and this is my mum. We live in the house over there.’ ‘That’s nice’ she replied, looking to where I had pointed at the small cottage on the other side of the road.
‘Do you live around here too?’ my mum asked.
‘I’m. . . I’m not sure.’ She spoke very softly. ‘Do you know where I live? I’m trying so hard, but I can’t seem to remember’.
Her face was a mixture of worry and hope.
‘I’m sorry, I don’t. Maybe if you tell us your name?’ She turned away again, ‘I can’t remember my name either.’ A tear rolled silently down her cheek.
‘I’m sure mum and I can help. Why don’t you come home with us and we’ll try and find out for you?’ I looked up at Mum and she nodded saying, ‘Yes. Let’s see what we can do.’ I held out my hand and she placed her wrinkled palm in mine.
As we walked slowly back to our cottage, I began to sing a song in time to our footsteps. I love music just like my grandpa. The song was an old tune he used to sing to me when I was little. ♪ ‘Daisy, Daisy give me your answer do. I’m half-crazy all for the love of you.’ ♪
Mum and I looked at each other in surprise when she began to sing along. We were almost home when she stopped suddenly and said, ‘Daisy! That’s my name. Daisy Bullock! Now I remember!’ I grinned. ‘Very nice to meet you Daisy.’
Back home, Daisy told us that she was having trouble remembering things but, when I began to sing, her memory started to come back! Mum made us all a cup of tea as Daisy remembered more and more. She told us she lived on the other side of the park with her daughter. ‘Singing those old songs helped me a lot Olive.’ She patted my hand and smiled.
Mum and I drove Daisy home. Her daughter gave Daisy a big hug and thanked us for bringing her home. She explained how her mum was having trouble remembering things. I said that was okay because everyone forgets sometimes.
As we left, Daisy asked if I would like to come visit her again. I glanced up at mum with hopeful eyes. She smiled. ‘I think Olive would like that very much.’
Now Daisy and I walk to the park together. We sing all the old songs my grandpa taught me along the way.
And Daisy remembers everything just fine.
Daisy. © Kerry Gittins 2020. All Rights Reserved.