A Lady with dementia needs her morning medication
I made my way, with breakfast tray without much hesitation
A cup of tea, a piece of toast one tablet to be swallowed
There was a kind of sameness as the conversation followed
She asks me every morning why she needs this medication,
I answer her the same each day despite procrastination
"To keep you young and pretty" I assured her it was true
She smiles at me whilst saying "well! You’d better give me two".