Diary of Dementia.... im five years old and on my swing, the wind is in my hair, but ive lost my socks again, cant find them anywhere! Im a young bride with so much love for my handsome beau, but the face in my reflection, is someone i dont know! the years muddled in my head, the days merge into one, im scared, confused and angry now, to see what ive become! I need help to wash my hands, and kids talk down to me, I can see what i once was, but now its not meant to be. Be patient if i loose my track and still cant find my socks, for life is so confusing now as in my chair i rock. Just make the most of memories and treasure them so dear, for when the fog comes, today is not so clear. Its taken all my dignity and people say there, there, but im five years old and on my swing, the wind is in my hair.....
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 20:19:47 +0000
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