Within His Heart
He lays there in his own world
Living on memories of the past
life as it is now, is just existing,
memories, are remembered at last
No longer knows who I am
looking at me so scared.
As though I would do him harm
as I gently, help him feed
I know he remembers that I love him
when he forages within his heart’s pages
the word love, carved forever, by his little girl,
Even when he is in his rage, stages.*
Penned 15 October 2016
*the ravages of Altzheimer's Disease......living in the past....in a life full of stages.
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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