The sun declines in western sky. Withdrawn
Are clarity of light and hue; brought on,
Long shadows, foggy veils, the sacred hush
Of darkling valley, far from pastures lush.
The golden hour rays play hide and seek,
Illuminate her face with glorious peek
Of unveiled radiance. Then it flies away;
The light of smiling eyes fades, vesperal gray.
Sundowning steals her stories; details dim,
Degrade and recombine in moment’s whim.
The twilight of unknowing steals the one
Who knew me knit together, blood and bone.
In Shadowlands, I clasp my hands round hers,
A poem in honor of dementia patients and those who love them ❤️🩹
