She couldn't sleep turning Ninety Three.
Now morning, with her good hand, she takes on a television score
A pause for entertaining the common discourse
Her mind's eye flickers in to life
Her mind's eye flickers in to life
Music brings the sun. Sunflowers open bask
and then silence_____ Weak kneed she asks
and then silence_____ Weak kneed she asks
I've still got a few years left haven't I?
This quiver was me as a child hopeful
Christmas hadn't run it's course
as the tinsel came down,
leaving grief stricken walls
and the pine needles met up in the pan
for the last sorry time.
'Yes, of course' my answer - automatic, assuring.
As the conductor rests. She's gone.
We go back to entertaining.
We hope to have her back on again. (soon)
This was about my Nan in law. How her dementia seems to come and go. How it's all invisible and unpredictable) I also took a lot from this _ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tp6c_oG1SBk