Where has she gone to?A Poem by peter CharlesworthLiving with dementiaWhere has she gone to? The girl who I once knew was happy and full of fun. She enjoyed life. Had lots of hobbies. Which
one should I do today. She cooked and baked for
us. The best cook in the
world. The fun has left her. The
bright eyes are now dull. Like
there is no one in. We don’t want them to take her away. They
would not look after her. Care for her. Just sit her in a chair. We will keep her here with us. Keep
telling her we love her Keep
telling her what’s for tea. Running
her house, as she would like. Wild Rose 2024 © 2024 peter CharlesworthFeatured Review
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