The Roll of the Dice....

poem by: Frank Byrne/Hornby..
Written on Mar 30, 2017

"She is lost within her own thoughts,
now slowly losing her lovely mind.
Once a devoted wife, and mother, why is life so unkind?
Sadly losing touch with reality, dementia takes a cruel hold,
no memory of her loving family,
now eyes vacant, but not cold.
I'd sell my soul to fix her, I'm helpless, nothing I can do,
it's just the way the dice have fallen, 
it could well be me......or you."

 

Tags: sad, love, rhyme, scary, pain,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Well written but at the same time one of sadness .dementia affects so many People even when they are only in there sixtys and you are right it can happen too any One of us .
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented:
Thanks for your comment Chris........ The most caring, loving, beautiful woman.....my lovely sister in law, Ann was slowly lost to dementia......one of the cruelest illnesses known........still missed so much......thanks again Chris.....
Chris Cleverly commented on Feb 12, 2018 at 10:17pm
nice work, To me there is something more challenging in the writing and delivery of a darker poem.
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 13, 2018 at 11:42am
Nice poem

 

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