Lost in the Labyrinth (Dementia)

Into the room of my dementia stricken mother

Through the window somehow, climbs my brother

Then he silently crosses the bedroom floor

And leaves her messages stuck to the door

Other messages fall from the ceiling light

Which she cannot read with her failing sight

When she wanted my imaginary drug dealing to cease

She appealed to my sister to call the police

The care home she lives in, she thought was a ship

And the staff were all actors following a script

All mostly harmless at present, not yet aggressive

Yet the fear is there, she won’t stay so submissive

Is this what is waiting, in store for me

Not much I can do about it but wait and see


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