Dementia

My dear children don’t bother coming to pray or mourn Whether it’s the hottest sunset or frosted dawn You were supposed to be my kids and help my struggle Living with dementia made life a puzzle Throughout all my senior life you were never there When inheritance was involved you seemed to care You couldn’t shed a tear, not one to spare For your own mother who raised you with love and care What selfish sons you were Knowing my condition it didn’t occur You just left me in a rocking chair To writher away and die in despair Although you are still my only love I’m a blessed angel who watches from above I’m the milky clouds that blow I’m the diamond glints in the snow I’m in each drop of rain And in every ounce of pain