My mind has gone to Timbuktu
I’d like to meet it there
It may be buried amongst some books
In a scholarly “libraire”.
I used to know the names of towns
And fun places by the sea
But now I can’t remember where
Or what I have eaten for my tea.
I think it is still a novelty
To see you sitting here with me
Your face is strangely familiar
Your love and kindness plain to see.
You take my hand with tenderness and press it firm against your face
Somewhere my memory stirs anew and I remember your embrace.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
According to the WHO globally there are about 47 million people who have dementia, with about 9.9 million new cases each year.
This is going to be my contribution to open link night for d’Verse. With love.