Dementia Poems for Mother
Fading Photographs In albums old, we sit and stare,A time once vivid, now threadbare.Her eyes, they search, but often fail,To catch the past within the veil.A wedding day, a newborn’s face,Moments lost in time’s embrace.She smiles, then frowns, confusion clear,A distant past feels ever near.We laugh at scenes from long ago,Her laughter fades, a tender…