The Curse

This poem is about dementia – not a specific condition but the general loss of memory and confusion that afflicts sufferers.

Memories glisten like a million stars
A million memories
She knows every single one
Recalls them at will
Polishes and refines them
A million secrets
Hopes and dreams

Today the panic grows
Again
More fading stars falling
Unique fragile snowflakes
Melting into the ground
Gone

And the strange people
Tell her not to worry
She just wants to go home
The strangers tell her
You are home
She doesn’t think so
Not any more