Last week we went on holiday to Denbigh And just for a few days my mother came back to me Not leaving any food everything on the plate was gone With my two friends she even said “look that’s my son” She couldn’t stop talking although she didn’t make sense It brought my mother back to my heart I felt less tense I have never seen her like this for so many years Rekindled many memories almost brought me to tears She was answering simple questions clearly to my friends It was a week to rejoice and enjoy I never wanted an end But where back home now just the two of us in solitude And even in one day I have noticed the changes in her moods The week in Denbigh is where she was evacuated as a young girl Now I can see her drifting away again into her dementia world It was a great time that we had but this still breaks my heart But there is nothing I can do as once again we drift apart