The smell of death is pungent
dementia lurking in the shadows
the air is heavy but with a calmness
the torture will soon be over
Months of sadness give way to silence
eyes speak of better things to come
I hold her hand and sing of day
where memories of this shall be no more
A soft wind blows in fields of peace
gentle is the lullaby that calls her home
release my heart oh soul take flight
realm of glory eternal life
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I have sat and held the hand of precious elderly, prayed in their ear when
their eyes could not open; when they no longer ate because the dementia told them they were already full.
I have sat and sang at the bedside of dear seniors and felt their last breath of life on my cheek as they crossed over into the realm of peace and no pain…
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