When dementia comes knocking
Our world starts rocking
It comes to both young and old
It creeps in or races in so bold
It takes over our dreams
Scaring us it seems
Dementia can be a frightening place
We need love and support to run this race
Arms up and Reaching out
Sometimes a whisper
Sometimes a shout
Why can't they hear me?
Don't they see?
What would you do
If it happened to you?
By Sandy Whelan
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