When I open the door of the room of dementia
When I open the door of the room of
dementia...
My felt sense sees beyond what I see,
I feel the mixture of differences
the sound of laughter
echoing of distant times and now.
I smell the fear of unknown futures,
of
loss and change of who I might become.
I am filled with excitement
of the sense of hope,
of what can be,
if only others were open enough
to see,
to hear,
to smell,
to feel,
to touch,
to connect.
