Dementia set in,
But my friend's husband is
Young.
He has the frontal lobe
Type that is aggressive,
And causes rages.
His future is bleak,
Which makes hers'
Bleak too.
She's brave,
But her questions are
Many, and the
Answers few.
New ominous signs
Keep appearing, for
This disease is
Unrelenting.
I can't help her day
By day,
Since she lives many
Miles away.
And so I pray.
I ask God to send
Help just when she
Needs it,
To give a miracle moment
Of peace in her
Heart when it is gripped
With fear,
To encourage her with a
Verse,
Or a song,
Or a poem that
Shows her she's
Loved,
And that she can carry on
Because in her weakness
He is strong.