For visually challenged writers, the image shows a channel of water flowing out to sea, with the sun reflecting on the water
He no longer knows
Yet he see the shine on the water as out to sea it flows.
Lost to to us, he is so forlorn.
Waking she wonders what will today be like
She yearns to talk to him and see recognition in his eyes
He is just like a dizzy child, who her patience tries
Impossible to cope all conversation trite.
We are strangers he no longer knows us.
Though he has watched me grow for more than sixty years.
He is a prisoner now of lost hopes and fears.
We yearn to have him back.
Alzheimer’s is a cruel thief
We yearn for a return…
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