Page 20 - Who Are You-Reflections of a Dementia Survivor

Just a man

A night of passion with my wife
And in the glow of morning, I held her tight
Her body twisted, eyes filled with fear
And I heard these words, my mind still hears
Who are you, she said to me
And in my bed, you should not be
Why do you take me for sex at night
And kiss my breasts, hands touch not right
Your body next to mine so near
I do not know why you are here.

My heart did fade, what did she say
Ten thousand nights, we had laid
Her and me
How could it be
Her brain now so unclear
Not to know why I am here
For who are you, she had said to me
And in my bed, you should not be.

A photo album of our wedding past
Her and me as school sweethearts
Our children young, our children old
Wedding rings, images, our love story told
I saw a smile upon her lips
Recognition
Do you remember now, my dear

Tell me words I need to hear .