I posted this poem for my loving, beautiful mother who, in the last 6 of her 84 years, had dementia. From my view, it was the best and worst time of her life.
A blessing in diguise this blurring of the mind, allowing her to be so full of joy in the present moment - no future, no past - finally free to let go of any painful memories.
It also was her darkest curse - her confused mind stalked her, hiding in moments of clarity & then striking with such sudden force, she felt true fear in her heart that she had missed something very important and precious.
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It’s hard to tell anymore
If that’s you knocking at my door
With my blurry view
I really haven’t a clue
I just want to believe
in me, before it’s my time leave
I am again a child
Innocent and wild
Are the roses really red?
What was it you said?
I want to kiss you
But they tell me you're already dead
Now I’m hanging on by a silver thread
I don’t know what lies ahead
So please give me my daily bread
And tell me it’s all in my head
What in the world can be next?
Do not dare ask me; I am perplexed