Forest of Dreams

Recently, my mother was placed in a nursing home. She’s adapting as well as can be expected. However, the dementia is increasing and robbing more of her moment by moment memories. The poem below is dedicated to her and to people suffering from memory loss of any kind:

her lost memories dream of a dreamy morning sweet like the music

in a youthful heart that remembers why she will grow wise among dreams


so cool as the wind the dew the dream has brought her deep in the forest

where the skies are gray luminous like the early dawn fresh as her soul’s breath

that fears not the age chasing her into the dream of a peaceful life

–genece hamby

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