Dementia
Dementia


Now and then
She opens her eyes
And stares fixedly into space.
Eyes that sometimes flicker
But show no sign of recognition.
Eyes that once flashed with anger
Twinkled with amusement
Or welled up with remorse
Now seem vacant.
But sometimes, when I pray out loud
The eyes blink
And the fingers twitch.
Maybe, in the deep recesses of her mind
Memories are stirred
Of familiar sounds
And long lost words.