I wrote this in honor of a friend of a friend who has entered the last stages of a 10-year long battle with Benson’s syndrome, a visual variant of Alzheimer’s Disease. This is dedicated to all those enduring the many forms of dementia out there. Peace and love.
It doesn’t matter what it is
It doesn’t matter why it’s there
What it’s for or where it goes
Or how it got upon that chair
All that matters is your heart
Playing softly in your chest
Celebrating all you’ve got
You’re so different from the rest
Sweet and sinless is your breath
Drawing circles in my hands
Home is past the stream of death
Where the sun is in the sands
Let the moments come and go
Each a lifetime on it’s own
They don’t matter now, you know
All that matters has been known
Smell the flowers, grab the sky
Hear the laughter, even cry
God is greater than it all
You will get to ask Him why
As will I
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