It’s part of the ending.
As we keep bending.
Trying to find.
Dropping behind.
Dementia is unkind.
It takes the whole mind.
Slowly it moves.
Always seeming to choose.
Just when we begin to see.
A new personality wants to be free.
As their mind moves away.
We spend more time each day.
Recalling other times we spent
Knowing how much they meant.
(Love You, Mom
Round The World & Back Again💕)
Those we love in life
Stay with us in memory.
