Goldfinch60

The Key of Life.

She is still there,

The woman I have loved

For most of my life,

But she is not the woman I knew,

That woman has been taken,

Taken from me,

Taken from family,

Taken from friends,

By her new friend,

Dementia.

This friend has put her mind

Into a place that cannot be found,

Each day the hiding place is deeper,

Her world is her own,

And cannot be reached by anyone.

Even I cannot reach her

But occasionally she comes out,

Out of her world into mine,

But those occasions are so rare,

So rare

And so swift,

That I treasure them more,

They are so quickly gone,

And the door opens into her own mind,

A door for which

I do not have the key,

The key to her life.