Writer's Cramp Entries

Dementia

Gnarled hands struggle to grasp utensils
Puree dribbling from chapped lips onto lap

Mumbled phrases are now her lexicon
Vacant smiles that peek through the frustration

Faces become broken puzzle pieces
Each a challenge she must glue together

She absorbs their disappointment with grace
Knowing their good intentions are a waste

For come tomorrow she will dream again
Of once strong hands capable of all things



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Written for "The Writer's Cramp" 
Prompt: "The Doublet"  is your form to play with for today.
The topic is yours to choose. Maximum for today is 5 stanzas of 2 lines.