I never thought I’d see the day,
That you forget what to say.
But I remember,
What you were like way before.
I’m in front of you on the chair,
No thoughts, just a vacant stare.
But I know,
You’re trying as best as you can.
I’ll help make you recall again,
Even though I know you can’t regain.
But I wish,
You weren’t the one suffering this—
And I watch,
As your mind struggles to stay.
And I watch,
As you lose yourself day by day.
And I watch,
As your memory slips away.
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Author:
Emery Walker (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: family
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Comments1
Dementia a sad disease. This poem is sad but paints it well. Nicely done.
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