Lost And Alone
She sits in her chair, head
nodding in sleep.
I don't hear a sound, not one little peep.
Then suddenly she wakes, and heads for the
door.
She looks at me like she's never seen me
before.
Her short term memory is gone
you see,
I'm with her a lot, but she doesn't know me.
She holds onto her purse, says who are you?
Why are you here, what are you going to do?
I speak from a distance, in
tones soft and low,
Reassuring her quickly, that I'm someone she
knows.
She smiles and feels safe a few minutes and
then,
She forgets our talk, it starts over again.
She remembers things from the
distant past,
Those memories for her, will have to last.
Please bless her Lord, she's lost and alone,
Even though she's here, in her very own
home.
(Written for a precious lady that has
dementia)
Copyright:
Carrie Kinyon 5/2004
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