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Love with Dementia

Updated: May 18, 2021


Distant memories, oh memories are all I have left. I sit in a chair I can’t remember buying. I’m surrounded by people I do not know. They smile and bring me tea, they call me Jack, so that must be my name.

My wife came today, as she does most I think. At first when she kisses my head I’m startled, but then, as soon as she smiles it comes back. Her eyes have always sparkled, yes Beth is her name.

Beth chats away and I listen, like a gentle breeze it brushes my cheek. Inner peace fills the gaps in my head, as her stroking hand fills my heart.

Once more with love, always shared and never lost.

Ivan

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