Dementia
I dress you in the morning and feed you all your meals
Married for fifty years you are the only love of my life
A caretaker now, I toil for love, a love that we once had
I smile and say “hello”; you stare with cataract eyes
I know you are in there somewhere
I tell you stories of children and memories
Sometimes you smile if I touch your hand
I have hope, yet I still cry at night
The young don’t understand
They have never had true pain
The end of life is cruel
Please come back to me.











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