Each day is changing,
Each day she gets worse.
What helped her yesterday,
Does not help today.
I do everything for her,
But she is just not aware,
Not aware of what I am doing,
Not aware of the pain in my heart
As she moves further from me
And into her own world,
That world called dementia.
The system tries to help
But it cannot see the pain
That is dragging me down,
And dragging me away from my life.
Each day I have to give more for her,
And each day, I have less for me.
And each day I am grateful,
Grateful to be able to write,
To write these words,
These word on this page.