Dementia

A poem about my Grandmother who has Dementia, and the struggle of ‘losing’ someone before they have even passed away.

Image by Lisa van Dijk on Unsplash

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.

I type words on a keyboard.

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