The bubble surrounding her gets stronger,
Gets stronger each passing day.
There are many moments each day
Where I find a hole in the bubble,
And my loved one is back with me,
But as each day goes on those holes get smaller
And I cannot break through.
It is so sad to see this once vibrant lady
Fall into the world of dementia,
A world where she is alone
Although I am by her side,
As I always have been,
And I always will.
All I can do is help as I can,
Be with her constantly,
And love her more each day,
As each day the bubble closes.