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DEMENTIA

SOMETIMES SHE'S HERE FOR A LITTLE WHILE,
THEN A VACANT LOOK, A FEEBLE SMILE

IT'S HARD TO WATCH HER, DAY BY DAY
AS SHE'S SLOWLY, SLOWLY SLIPPING AWAY

A VISIT, SHE MAY NEVER RECALL
OR MIGHT NOT EVEN KNOW YOU AT ALL.

SHE'S WRAPED IN A WORLD ALL HER OWN
A LITTLE CACOON, HER MIND HAS GROWN.

SHE HAS NO WORRIES--FEELS NO PAIN
SOMETIMES CANT EVEN REMEMBER HER OWN NAME.

WHAT KIND OF LIFE DID SHE HAVE BEFORE?
WHAT MADE HER MIND SHUT THE DOOR?

GOD--HELP THIS WOMAN AS SHE LIVES EACH DAY
NOT EVEN KNOWING SHE HAS LOST HER WAY

HER FAMILY SUFFERS MORE FOR SURE,
SLOWLY LOSING HER , AS THEY PRAY FOR A CURE.


Copyright Shirley Sasek
2009


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