My Dementia Diary 13 – This Child Who Once Was Woman

she laughs at dancing butterflies
smiles at babies passing by
clings to me when brought to cry
this child who once was woman

her zest is sparkling innocence
a love of life without a fence
a mind released from circumstance
this child who once was woman

a singing bird
a playful word
the mirth of anything absurd
she hugs
she screams
she loves 
she beams
this child who once was woman

my heart beats glad, she is such joy
reminds me when I was a boy
of times preceding plots and ploys
this child who once was woman

the change, I was slow to see
as fog crept over memories
and here is all that she can be
this child who once was woman

now, I hold her close and dear
do my best to soften fears
not to shed a single tear
make the most while she is here
my wife who once was woman

tio stib

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4 thoughts on “My Dementia Diary 13 – This Child Who Once Was Woman

  1. What a lovely poem to celebrate the what is clearly the very best in relationships, even if you both face difficulties brought by advancing years. The line ” a love of life without a fence” sang to me. Indeed it is a moving poem without a doubt 🙂

    • Thank you, I am fortunate to have such a loving wife and connections with folks like you who share a passion for the wonders of wilderness, a connection whose memories feed my soul in trying times.

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