Page 28 - Who Are You-Reflections of a Dementia Survivor

Forgive me

Some say the dead look down on you
Please forgive me, if you do.

For I made the choice, they said, to make you well
Enough, for a nursing home with care to dwell
But locked in hospital, you have to stay
The corridors continually walked each day
As your body now fades away
And again my burden of the choice
Do not revive
Or force a body to stay alive.

So young a face in this place of the old
Your only joy, a little dog to hold
And daily deserting
I leave you and sleep alone, each night
I leave you to sleep alone, in fright.

And as an end to life, so near
I relive our life, with each tear
That wonderful life you gave me dear.