Autobiography of a Face

Female, Age 88, Late Stages of Dementia

Fall risk, visual hallucinations

Eyes as blue as night


What if the sky melted into a blanket of blue

And washed all the gray away?

What if the night broke into a thousand pieces,

And the stars became diamonds floating to the earth?


What if all the laugh lines formed together

To build a bridge of memories of happiness?

What if love could tear down the fortress of disease?

What if every breath had meaning?

What if life were an orchestra of experiences?

She mumbles, “Keep the music playing. And play it loud!”


But no one hears

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