Memories haunt her

Stability evades her

Satisfaction eludes her

She is here but nowhere

Now here in 2025,

Than there in 1954,

Now with me in the car

Then with her Father in his truck

Home by ourselves today

Then back in sad childhood years,

In Leanyer with our family grown,

Now in their young years in bed

The car

Our Camry 

Where is it, who has borrowed it

Without asking 

No one – it’s in the driveway 

“I have had breakfast

Have I had breakfast

I have put the clothes on the line

Have you brought the washing up yet?”

“Who are you

No you are not Henry

Where is he Dad

I know your voice; you are Henry.”

Uncertainty dominates each day

How will that be as time strips even further

At the soul  case

And the brain-box

Of my beloved. 

Dementia is so f…..g cruel!