Rosie's dementia
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* Paul Rousseau

 *Damn you!*   
</br> *Bring me some water.*   
</br> *Leave me alone.*   
</br> *I don't want you here.*   
</br>  

 *Heyyy — come here!*   
</br> *Are you Sally?*   
</br> *Where am I?*   
</br> *Get out of here!*   
</br>  

 *Bring me some food.*   
</br> *Who are you?*   
</br> *Do you like my red dress?*   
</br> *Where am I?*   
</br>  

~~  
</br>  

Cold, lost stares,  
</br> a tragedy of solitary  
</br> fragments of tangled  
</br> memory.  
</br> She, in her vermilion  
</br> gown, unsure of  
</br> everywhere, unsure of  
</br> everyone.  
</br>  

Nightfall, head cocked  
</br> downward, neck bent  
</br> in a bizarre contortion.  
</br> Sleep dawning, her muted  
</br> memory now resting.  
</br>  

![Figure1](http://www.cmaj.ca/https://www.cmaj.ca/content/cmaj/175/7/781.2/F1.medium.gif)

[Figure1](http://www.cmaj.ca/content/175/7/781.2/F1)

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