Dear Old Papa, it is time for sleep.
Power outages in his brain,
slowly drain, and will not give him peace.
Electrical circuits wearily disrupted.
Cerebral centers waving red flags of confusion.
He can "not" comprehend or understand?
What is happening to him?
Anxiety jumps!
Texting his brain caution panicked questions.
Is it time to rest or eat ?
I think I'm late for work?
The moon and stars have disappeared?
I'll need a ride to work.
Wandering restlessly,
feet and hands move quietly.
He is determined to re-organize his cluttered mind
by moving all the furniture silently about the room.
Three thirty a.m., Four thirty a.m., finally rise of dawn.
This old man knocks upon the bedroom door.
"I am "lost," I cannot find my way to you.
Are you late for school?"
He clings to his belief that something is "All Wrong."
"Where am I today?
What is the scheduled minutes of my detail?"
My dear daughter, he advises me?
"I am a soldier caught in endless sleep."
Night after night he searches for....
the sundown of his mind.
The doctor finally diagnosed Dad, with
Sundowners Syndrome.
A perfect name for what he was experiencing.
We felt relief knowing, and that we as a family are not alone,
their are many who suffer from this very confusing dis-ease.
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