A Poem On Dementia Poem by Matthew Holloway

Is there any theft as cruel
as that which steals a life, memories
which takes away the very soul
the human essence of what makes us
such pain and frustration
of simply not knowing a name
a date, event all memories
what could be worse than losing
ones very self
watching helpless as another
is stolen away in such a fashion
breaks the heart and soul
though love is eternal
and never broken nor taken away
and somewhere, somehow
a memory remains
of all those wonderful, magical
beautiful days