The Stress Of Dementia
The Stress Of Dementia
Miracle Man
2/22/2025
Sometimes from the shadows of safety she is found,
relating some problem that’s appeared on her plate.
The magnitude of which always leaves some spellbound,
because seldom does she have all of her facts straight.
Sometimes, always with her voice, her thoughts she will air,
some thrice told story concerning another’s need.
Not learning until later most ears didn’t care,
they were also talking, paying her voice no heed.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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