Her mind went traveling today,
It packed it’s bags and slipped away.
It wanders old paths and memory’s lanes
and her dementia holds the reins.
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This poem was written in June of 2008 upon hearing that my mother was being admitted to a psychiatric hospital due to rapid onset of dementia. She was 85 years old and had been so proud of her sharp mind and quick with. Losing her memories was the one thing she had feared most about growing old. I wrote this as I waited to board a plane to go and be by her side. Mom lived for 6 more months, but she was never her old self. :)
I'll keep on hunting while there are poems like this to discover on Poem hunter.It's very well constructed-a well rounded work of art and a great insight, if that is possible, into the life of a loved one suffering from dementia.10.