Broken memories flutter by,
Misty eyes, a heartfelt cry,
Dementia rears its ugly head,
Some would say, better off dead,
Strong words, I hear you say,
But these words are said, come what may,
Not by me, or those around,
But by some, a rumbling sound,
Please remember no one knows,
What lies ahead, or what life throws,
Just ahead, a cure could lie,
If we wish hard enough, we could try
To be clear again, of this disease,
A distant memory lost in the breeze,
So from me, the fight goes on,
Until Dementia’s defeated, and the war is won
Best wishes, Norrms and family
Diagnosed aged 50yrs old (5yrs ago, nearly six, ) and still fighting it XXXX
