Page 26 - Who Are You-Reflections of a Dementia Survivor

Choice

My darling wife, what do I do
To make a choice
A choice they say, long overdue
I care for you with loving heart
To change your diaper and wipe your arse
But two years now, you know not me
As the man you loved, when your life was free
Of the Dementia Demon that ate you brain
And devoured your mind and memories.

My darling wife, what do I do
To make a choice
To have you stay, or give your care to strangers new.
You now see me as someone to fear
Or attack with rage when I am near
But late at night, when you are asleep
I can still touch you when you have no fear
And I dream our life as I shed my tears.

My darling wife, what do I do
To make a choice
A choice to make, on behalf of you
For these words I said to your veiled face
Till death do us part, as love is meant to be
But if I abandon you, do I free from that,
responsibility
For I know my relief, will be your pain
Each day again
Each day again.

My darling wife, what do I do.