“A woman’s hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them” George Eliot
She may have been a dancer, a singer, a baker or cook
A seamstress, a crafter, a reader of book
A daughter, a wife, a mother, a grandma
A teacher, a nurse, an instructor of drama
Whoever she was, whatever she did
The hopes and the dreams are forever now hid
Back in the shadows, the shell now displayed
The substance, the person, dementia has slayed
Absolutely beautiful…
Thanks Denise…