Dementia
In her eyes I see, a faded memory
of days gone by, days awry.
Yet memories still, a life fulfilled
she held hope, cared to cope.
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Hands so frail, but without fail
she smiles, all the while.
For in her He dwells, without fail
through purity. ...Her security.
Copyright © David Brooks | Year Posted 2016
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