DEMENTIA

I can hear you I can see you But, you seem to think that I have no value That I cannot experience sadness or pain Because, now my mind is different. It's difficult for you to understand me It's difficult for me to express my thoughts If I could, then you would understand me You remember my "Good Old Days" But, Aren't these Good too? Aren't these worthy of remembrance? You are sad for what's lost But, I am here still I'm not Gone! My brain is just a bit Fuzzy!

THE LITTLE MOUSE

The little mouse sat in the corner. Fear, Terror tore at his heart In front of him, staring at him was a huge form, 9 feet tall!! What could he do ? Where could he go ? To the right? To the left ? Either way, that big 9 foot tall man would stomp him He decided what to do He would face that Giant, head on ! The Little Mouse raced forward, straight between the Giant's feet. Straight.... to FREEDOM