Moods of Dementia

Sky blue mixed with gold,
Not even a hint of gray!
But the mood soon will fade
Because it simply cannot stay...

The darkest gray is met
By an angry, fire-red,
She asks where they are
She says "Of course I know they're dead!"

A warm, chocolate brown,
Like when I was young,
When all your words are kind
Like they never before have stung.

The swirling, foggy white,
You can see it in her eyes!
She doesn't no where or when,
And this comes as no surprise.

A pale and faded yellow,
A smile on her face.
She's happy, but she's forgotten,
Her memories like unravelled lace.

Dark sapphire of the night sky,
Bitterness now has faded....
But now it seems I've been left
To end up feeling jaded.