Dementia Setting In Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking my heart into your hands,
carefully tending to it's every
desire to be loved for who I am.

A lasting feeling, or so I thought.

Aging, dementia, setting in, emotions,
moods, attitudes being destroyed that
had been in place for years.

Now, taking my heart and putting it in
a safe to protect it's fragile demeanor.

Filled with tears unshed, in a holding
pattern, waiting to see what will come
next.

Will you remember me tomorrow? Or must
I go on alone with the shell you will
become?