There we sat
In the coffee house,
My lover,
Our daughter, the artist,
Our Granddaughter,
The English Scholar.
We sat drinking our coffee
Talking of art,
Talking of language.
My dementia laden wife
Just listening,
Not understanding,
As we talked of our worlds.
The world of art,
The world of language,
And the world of poetry.
The time just disappeared
And it was time to leave,
We said our loving goodbyes.
My lover and I returned home
And as I was sitting in thought
It struck me,
That one thing that I missed,
In my wife’s world of dementia,
Was intelligent conversation.