At Winter's End

The effects of dementia.

Winter’s death passes

 Again to spring

Rebirth, possible futures

 Again new beginnings

New breaths fill

 The lungs of Nature

Fresh life flows

Thru paths held by sleep.

 

My heart finds no joy this day,

 As those blank eyes

Greet my hurried footsteps,

 Seeking a difference

Search for recognition

 Behind the lost smile.

 

“Hello sir, have you seen my son?”

“He promised he’d come to see me today.”

“Did you pass him as you came in?”

Question’s asked

 By habit now

Eyes searching the room

 Deaf to the screams

From her loved one’s heart

 

Memories are all

 That’s left within her

She knows not

 Spring from Fall

And every day is cold to her

 As the Light fails

At Winter’s End.