[M.D. Holloway]

My Dad came across a scrap paper with the following written on it. It was tucked away in a bunch of my late mom's stuff. Anyone recognize this? He was touched by it because it really discribes my mom's mental state when she was first afflicted with dementia and knew what was happening and what was coming.

"Into the blackness of night
a mad confusion
a state of fright
a blazing of flames are the feelings inside
burning and torching in the mind that they hide.
But why try to show it
if they can't comprehend.
You need someone to listen
- for yourself you must fend -
Tis forever a secret that no one will see
if you play out the role they expect you to be
Sometimes existance is an uphill task
but don't reveal anything
leave on your mask."

Any help?