Dementia Took Grace

Your disease riddled brain

Is causing you pain

You can’t tell if

There’s sun or there’s rain

You don’t remember your children

They’re just strangers in the room

They come and they go

They’ll be back soon

You could’ve been a doctor

Or a murdering psychopath

You’ll never know who you were

And you don’t recognise the staff

They feed you and they wash you

Whilst you blink, in oblivion

Not observing the seconds

As they wizz by in the millions

Death is now approaching

But you’re blissfully unaware

Snoring loudly

All alone in your chair

The day you slip away

Your family all cry

But you’d been long gone

They could tell by your eyes

They were lifeless and empty

Just blinking mechanically

Your daughter remembers

You happy and free

Now you’ve been dead

Just a few days

Your son still pictures

Your smile, like sun rays

Dementia stole your soul

Before death stole your face

Bu your children know you

You were their mother, Grace.