'This Is Your Home'
I am very old now, slumped in chair.
Of her face, I am no longer aware.
Is this even my home, don't think so?
I recall my home, all those years ago.
But 'I live here now' is what they say.
Words they repeat 10 times a day.
I'll be told again at bedtime for sure.
But I still dream of my old front door.
The morning comes, dressed and fed.
'This is your home' the first thing said.
Somebody to see me, face rings a bell.
That voice is familiar, but just can't tell.
With a big hug and kiss, off she goes.
But why is she crying...nobody knows.
(the devastating effects of dementia)
Wed 24th May 2023 16:38
Thank you, yes a very sad subject, upset myself doing this one.
Wed 24th May 2023 08:04
Brilliant, Mike. So sad and so true to life. Thanks.
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