Tenderness and Dementia

She was the one whom everyone used to love and respect...

Now she is just a body with a soul...

The soul once pure and serene,

The soul once wasn't hard and wrong,

Is now a soul torn apart...

The most matured person

Is now getting old into a little one...

She remembered his favorites,

She made them for him,

But alas she will forget him...

The fresh florals are now 

the shrivels of the garden...

The most matured person

Is now getting old into a little one...

When and how it hit her

Just didn't get it...

All went like 

A slow-motion rapid fire...

She was day by day,

Phase by phase,

Forgetting...

Behaving like a kid...

The most matured person

Is now getting old into a little one...

The soft and compliant soul

Had turned to be the stubborn one...

It would be very tough

To see someone with such change...

How tough it would have been 

To accept his mother in this situation...

Find the rising sun to set so soon...

Grieving the loss of her while she is still alive...

The most matured person

Is now getting old into a little one...

The most matured and loving soul 

is now getting old into a little one...