A poem about dementia

[Frogfog]

You’re leaving me

After forty-five years of happy marriage, you’re leaving me I want to shout, scream rage at the world but it would be to no avail.

You’re leaving me.

I try every thing to make you stay, I talk for hours telling you how much I love you; I play our favourite songs cook your favourite food.

But you’re leaving me.

I look at the man I love and wonder if anyone realises how hard it is for me to let you go.

You’re leaving me.

Then you turn to me and I think I can still see love shining in your eye and my heart breaks again as I see it fade once more.

I know you’re leaving me.

I resort to nagging I ask questions you won’t answer Why, When, how? I just can’t accept I am losing you.

You’re leaving me.

Then the guilt sets in, I know it’s not your fault, it’s not your choice you would stay with me if you could but slowly slowly

You are letting me go.

You’re leaving me as you continue your lonely journey in to dementia.

A poem by Sharleen Toon.

[CUmbrialass]

I know exactly how you feel, it is heartbreaking. After 65 years of marriage my husband no longer knows who I am, a very lonely feeling.x❤️

[Frogfog in reply to CUmbrialass]

Sending you heaps of understanding, such a cruel illness xx