DEMENTIA
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The old man by the window\'
Each day I sit
And look
Out of my widow
And you ask
What do I see, ***
I see nothing
That you see.
I see only what
Is locked away
Deep within
My memory.***
I see my past,
But it is my present,
I see my mother,
My father and
My brother too***
All long gone
from this world
But not to me,
Only to you.
Some days
There are people
People who seem
To know me***
They give me hugs
They give me kisses
They all talk lovingly
To me.***
And there are times
When i seem to recall,
A face or a sound,***
And just for a moment
I may seem to glimpse
A slight recognition
Of those I’m around.***
And then
My mind
Is clear again
And I am back
Back in my world***
Where all to me,
Is once again
All safe
And Sound.***