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Oct 2016
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

David Swinden © 23/10/2016

With it just being the two of us she misses the benefit of a group of people.
David Swinden
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David Swinden  51/M/Liverpool UK
(51/M/Liverpool UK)   
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