LiterateLesbian

Dementia

 

When you look at me,

I don’t know what you see,

I just hope that you will remember me.

 

It’s hard to watch you become someone I don’t know,

As I always thought your memory would grow,

And now those who love you, you no longer know.

 

You grow worse with each passing day,

And sometimes I can’t make sense of what you say,

But that doesn’t mean each day will be grey.

 

I know you lay with me but your mind does not,

But I’ll keep my patience and I’ll give it my best shot.

 

It’s OK Nanna I hear your confusion,

There’s no need to make yourself a seclusion,

Even if your mind is playing one big illusion.

 

I can only be close as your memory goes,

Remembering when you were seventy and could touch your toes,

And now I see you withering away in those clothes.

 

I will try to be by your side through every sigh,

And even when you can’t remember that ‘guy’

But I can’t promise you that I wont cry.

 

Losing someone close has always been my fear,

Especially now you think Grandad is still here.

 

I don’t want to make you know me,

All that I ask is you tell me what you see,

Although I can’t always say I’ll agree.

 

This is the longest goodbye I have ever had to do,

Just know that I will always be standing by you,

Even though each day I’m wishing for a break-through.

 

This is really hard for me to get off my chest

Just know that I know you are doing your best

You don’t have to speak now; just please, get your rest.