Dementia the Last Visit
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Blank pages in a book
yet thumbed and coffee stained.
Stared at in bemusement
long lost fairy tales.
No beginning, No end
the story stays untold.
To turn the page is pointless
as the next page is just the same.
Oh how you loved the author
their work from younger days.
The love, the laughter , the tragedy
of long lost fun filled days.
Chapter after chapter
the pages are just the same.
I crave an happy ending
to stare into your eyes and see
a reflection of us from years gone by.
for you to then speak my name .
so I can close the book
on this love filled tale.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2019
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