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