RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Harrowing Morning - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Centering within, trying to regain balance after a
Being verbally abused by someone who has dementia,
refusing to take his medicine.
It is a devastating disease, taking away the sanity
of a man who was fine until a few years ago.
Now it's like being with a total stranger, having
no idea who this man is anymore.
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