Dementia
I'm
confused
and angry.
I don't know why.
I live with strangers.
I'm alone in a small
boat, shrouded by a grey fog
drifting...... the fog has lifted, I'm
With my son. He thinks I'm his mother.
I'm confused and angry. I don't know why.
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