I shout most nights that I want to go home,
Whilst pacing and walking, feeling alone,
Where is this home? The one that I seek,
Please give me a glimpse, just one peek,
Is it a place of childhood games?
Dirty streets and familiar names
Or is it my faith? Which is sometimes lost?
It ebbs and flows but at what cost?
My vote`s on, it’s a place I know,
But long forgotten, so long ago,
Where I felt safe, secure, content,
Before my memories where heaven sent,
Will I ever arrive, in this mystical place?
And heave a sigh with a contented face,
We will have to wait and see,
But until then, please be patient with me
Norrms (Diagnosed with dementia six years ago and still fighting it)