Dementia
A poem about my Grandmother who has Dementia, and the struggle of ‘losing’ someone before they have even passed away.
We should be
so lucky
To have you
here, with
us
But, something is
different
now
A change,
drip fed
Over the
years
Until,
one day
The drip,
a deluge
Drowning in the
realization that
We are losing
you
Slowly,
surely
Your mind is
saying goodbye
to us
Long before
your body
does.
