all to clearly i see your pain
and i struggle to contain
i am not deaf to your cry's,
my distance is only a disguise,
everyday i cry hidden from your eyes,
The waning bravado of strength.
as the woman i know so strong and bold,
disappears from my eyes
i know i must remember who you are.
Not what u have become
as our world crumbles
you are not what you have become
the woman before me is not you.
my disguise can not hold forever.
but for you i will be strong,
for you i will be strong.
even as
the darkness and sorrow
falls down around us,
my tears will not fall bwfore your eyes
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya poem about the ppl near a person with dementia in 2012 my grandmother started showing symptom of what we now know a f.t.l. front temperalobe dementia. used to be called P.I.C.K.S desiease.... it's also know as the long good bye my grandma fought...
