She says goodbye to her memories she needs them no more, She cannot remember them anyway just another closed door. Fighting so hard to make her mind work from day to day A struggle to remember what she wishes to say.
A thought flickers in her mind and she tries desperately to catch the words But she misses, and it jumbles together as the humming of many birds. She is so tired of this struggle, so tired of trying to remember, It will come and it will go like the flames of a dying ember.
Walking in the field of flowers so beautiful they are, She walks and walks not realizing she has gone too far. Her mind draws a blank as she looks left and right, She sees nothing familiar and her darkness steals the light.
Shadows pass emotions tumble in the dimness of her brain, And in the middle of it all, tears flow heavy like the rain. “But come my darling,” Then her terrifying scream, His hands capture her, why is he being so mean?
“It is okay my love, not going to hurt you, just taking you home, You should not be wandering out here all alone.” His heart weighs heavy, his mind full of heartache, His love, his wife, how much more could either of them take?
At home, he gently leads her to the bed and wipes her tears He kisses her on the cheek and tries to soothe her fears. But what of his fears, each day she slips farther and farther away, Her mind was drifting; she was so different from yesterday.
He still loved her, oh he loved her so much, He missed her arms and he missed her touch. It was as if she feared him, he was a total stranger, She feared him now, thought she was in danger.
How could he make her see? How could he let her know? Forever and always his love for her would flow. He could hear her in her room screaming in pain, He cried, releasing his tears like newly fallen rain.
© Cynthia Clark
I like the parallel of tears in S4, hers, and S8, his.
I write a lot of things like that. Sometimes they need someone to speak for them
A thoughtful explanation of Alzheimer or Dementia from the person who has it's pont of view.