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Old house, new stranger
Green merry potted plants
and rusty uprooted memories.
Damn this vascular dementia!
No pictures, to adorn these walls,
Photoframes in my brain are empty.

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For she is becoming forgetful bit by bit
She sometimes wonders if it's for better or worse,
A boon or a bane,
Dementia, is it?
Like an eraser, undoing her crooked past,
Oh but, some of it was meticulously calligraphed
in myriad hues of joy
It erased them too
How she wished if there were a disease so selective
She could pick and choose what to undo
and dump it in the recycle bin in
the unfathomable depths of her mind
And diving down to reach it
and deleting it again
forever

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in the details.
Listen, respond, interact.
Respect is in realising
that your world is
new to them.
(Context: Dementia)
(More in caption)

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He enjoyed the sun, the moon and the stars.
He enjoyed the clouds and the rain.
He enjoyed birds chirping in the sky.
He enjoyed the insects humming at night.
With dementia, he was more alive, than with his memories intact.

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না চাহিলে যারে পাওয়া যায়
( গল্প ক্যাপশনে - story in caption )

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Dementia
and
Retrouvaille

~in caption~

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Loneliness sounds like
my grandma's prayers
at our ancestral home
awaiting grandpa's memories

--leogirl

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I have a joke on dementia...

...or do I?

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Past is something I have lost.
Future is something I want most.
Present is a thing, called survival, almost.

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