To Remember all Fathers as They Were
I remember the day
When you were not far away;
It never entered my mind
That one day I’d find
All the treasures we shared,
To show that we cared,
Would be buried too deep
As your thoughts turn to sleep.
Your senses are dulled
By the strokes that have culled
Little sections of brain,
As the senses they drain.
Wreaking havoc within,
A fight you can’t win;
As your memories fade
Of the life that you made.
We watch you depart
And it’s breaking our heart,
When we see the demise
With our very own eyes.
If only we could
I know that we would
Have the father we know
And never let go.
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My grandmother had dementia and this has brought tears to my eyes; beautifully written and all so very true. Thank you.
Hello Nathalie I’m glad you liked my poem, I wrote it having spent the day with my father who is suffering from the disease so it was very much from the heart.
Life can be very unkind sometimes can’t it?
I hope you are well otherwise.
I’ve just read this poem and can’t stop crying as it’s fathers day in a few minutes and my dad is suffering from vascular dementia :’-( I miss him so much even though he is still here if that makes sense xxxxxx Thank you xxxx
Dear Kristy, my father had the same disease so I know exactly what you are going through – they are there but not there. Just keep a tight hold on those good memories. Talking helps.
Thank you, I have 3 wonderful sisters and a brilliant mum and we are all there to support one another I don’t know where we would be without each other ❤ xxxx
Indeed, family support is tremendously valuable.