Songs
Final Curtain
Lights flash on the landing, nobody’s at home
Cracks form in the eggshell, where the soul waits on its own
A bitter twisted ending to a novel never told
In condescending language often spoken to the old
The world is claustrophobic, before you realise
Existence is reduced to just a spot before your eyes
Breathing is exhausting, isolation calls
Movement’s slow and laboured before the veil of darkness falls
A lifetime spent with strangers, sitting on your own
The TV no distraction and silent is the phone
The future’s’ been replaced by the dim and distant past
Fleeting thoughts like winter snow melt and never last
Plates lie on the table, biscuits on the floor
Memories disabled, no future anymore
No evidence submitted, no witnesses are called
It’s time to be committed, just before the final curtain falls
Dementia is a cruel disease. It always affects families more than the person experiencing it. It’s even harder when it’s your mum. – Paul