Poem For Thomas King 29.04.1924 Poem by judith parsons

Your twighlight years were fraught with fears,
you often knew not, what was what.
People, faces, who were so dear,
became confusing and unclear.

Now and then the veil would lift,
for seconds sometimes nine.
You seemed to remember us,
though only one at a time.

But comfort came, with a hand held tight.
It calmed you more as not.
And it fell to your dearest Sylvia,
to be your solid rock.

Now time has won, you've gone ahead,
to rest in peace and calm.
While illness took, and mind erased.
You will never be forgot.