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
Copyright © Daisy Tyrrell | Year Posted 2017
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