A Wall

A wall of stone,
lay before me,
covered with moss
and the shade of a tree.
A very, large Maple,
with huge spreading roots,
which lifts the stone.
Your wall will crumble,
if you leave the roots alone.
Life can be like,
a wall of moss covered stone,
as the challenges of severe health,
leave you standing alone.
It's hard to live, a life sheltered,
when in a lonely place,
for my only desire,
is to recall your face.
I've lost you to Dementia,
such a terrible disease,
robbing you of your memory,
without saying please.