was lovely last Christmas

hugs amid a snow storm

face so bright and caring

mind in such good form

 

sharp, as bright as a pin

enjoying tinsel and pies,

no hint of grief to come,

warmth yet in grey eyes

 

change, a new confusion

not sure of time or day,

struggled finding words,

shopping, lost her way

 

I know his face, where...?

why cant I remember?

what am I afraid of...?

what is she doing...?

 

not the mood we knew,

tempers, novel tantrums,

my heart sinks, warnings

of the horror that numbs

 

where did I want to go?

that is not my body...

who is that in the mirror?

 

concentration tested,

doctor nods his head,

mam asks no questions,

fearful thoughts unsaid

 

I know his face, who is he?

who is that in the mirror?

 

withdrawn and anxious,

sobbing for no reason,

moping, oblivious to the

festivities of the season

 

who is that in the mirror?

 

brought bed downstairs,

regret she'll not mend,

thank God, knows not

how her agony will end