Come back to me, my elusive one.
Return to our old life.
Be the one who breaks this curse
of the Dementia which has your mind.
Helping you prepare for bed,
I did resent but now instead
work with you, my lovely child,
as you talk to me and smile.
The smile from many years gone by,
as I ask the Lord, please tell me why.
I know this feeling - although I couldn't put it to words
Thank you my friend.
Beautiful poem and photo
You are too kind to this old person. I do appreciate your comments. Encouragement is good.
Love your sweet poetry.