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
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.