Yes, it is getting worse,
The photos I took for her,
Printed and handed to her.
She loved them,
Then it shocked me
When she said,
“Who is that?”
“That!” was her elder Granddaughter,
Then she picked out the younger one
And gave her the wrong name.
This dementia is a pain in the arse,
And is getting worse day by day.
I wonder when the day will come,
When she doesn’t recognise me.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I took some photographs of our daughter and both granddaughters on Christmas Day, I wanted pictures of them to give to my wife so she could look at them as her dementia gets worse. I printed them and gave them to her yesterday and was absolutely devastated at the reaction. I did not realise that the dementia had gotten this bad.
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It's difficult. I wrote a while to someone in a care home. She had dementia. Then it was embarrassing. I got 'told off' as she thought I was persecuting her. Thinking of you!
Thanks Orchi, yes it is difficult.
I recall the last time I saw my father before he passed away. He looked at me with a puzzled look as if something was saying 'I ought to know you but who are you' - Yes it is so difficult. sad write indeed Andy.
It has not happened yet but it has happened to a friend of ours whose husband does not know her.
Thank you for your kind thoughts Michael.
You know, GF I got the chills when I read your poem. I don't know what it meant but I just know you have the strength to get through this difficult path. Your love will always get you through.
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