Nighttimme Breeds Apprehension

As a caregiver to someone with dementia, nighttime breeds apprehension.

 

My mother progresses,

From whimsical, furry animal delusions to angry and terrifying hallucinations

Women walk across the roof of the house in high heels,

Piercing the ceiling where she lays in her bed

She screams,

The sound of a frightened child

Winged monkeys prying at her windows,

Trying to get in

Injuries in the emergency room,

And silent fear

I’m losing my mother,

The dementia is winning

As a caregiver to someone with dementia,

You feel so very alone,

Surround yourself with support,

This is about your survival, too.

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