After Cindy’s mother got dementia
She began to wander searching
For her deceased husband Joe
And Cindy had to find her and
Bring her back home and remind
Her mother that her husband
Joe had died twenty years ago
Cindy’s mother kept wandering
And looking for the love of her life
And Cindy had to keep finding her
Until one day Cindy’s mother died
And wandered into the afterlife
Dementia-free and finally found Joe
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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