Dementia

Dementia Dementia never has a kind conclusion There is no magic cure, no healing dose It twists the brain, tricks memories and emotions Events emerge, long buried, hurts disclose The medals won from wars of daily living Are stripped by seismic shifts of the mind's movement Friends who once would please, and be well met Now sink like sand, a life-in-death bereavement The relatives back off. May try to raise The ghosts of better days, sweets on a plate Of popular sun spots, or a family lunch Before the laughing eyes turned into slate Thus to the rocks another boat is blown Farewell normality, the safe, the known