Monday 31st October 

Holding hands 
Voices heard 
Words spoken 
But vision blurred 

Smiles exchanged 
Presence of touch 
Falling tears 
Loved so much 

There's no control 
Of how this goes 
Confusion blurs 
No one knows 

Dementia's path 
Cruel to see 
A mind so lost 
Still mum, to me 

Love you both so much 
Precious sons 
xxxxx