I have 3 family and friends who have dementia. I wrote a couple of fragments six months apart and realised that fitted together and added some more today.
Poem for people who are disappearing
Mist over the canal
Fog in the brain
When will it clear?
You were a shadow of your former self
But occasionally
You showed
Flashes of the man you had been
Witty, compassionate and painfully honest.
I am getting used to having
The same conversation
Over and over again
I try and live in the moment
When I am with you.
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