The time is so special,
Up early in the morning,
The radio goes on,
Classical music fills the room.
I sit and write words
And get completely lost,
Lost in my own world.
That time may only last an hour,
But sometimes it is two,
Which is wonderful.
A time for me to write my words,
Or read the words of others,
And listen to music.
The day then has to start
As my lover arises,
And I am once more with her,
With her in her own world,
Her own world of dementia.