LOST FOREVERMORE, a poem

          

          I want to go home

          the pathetic plea

          of the demented

          Caregivers sadly

          listen helplessly

          There is no going home

          the longed-for mother

          is gone beyond reach

          the childhood pleasures

          lost forevermore

          Going for a drive

          diverts attention

          For a while the plea

          is gone then returns

          I want to go home

          (Oct. 2, 2017. Seemingly common to all dementia victims is a hunger to go home to the nonexistent house where their mothers still dwell in their happy childhoods.) 

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