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Grandpa
Grandpa says he doesn’t know me
As I shed a single tear
Looking in his eyes
I see sadness & his fear.
I’m afraid of losing him
But feel as though I have
I’m thankful for his good days,
But not so much for the bad.
First it was the hospital
I try not to think of that
A month or so had gone on
& in his room we sat.
I prayed that he would come home
& though it felt like forever,
I went there every Friday night
Hoping I’d be more than whomever.
Next it was the nursing home
He didn’t like that very much.
Confused & lost in his own mind
His memory was not in touch.
Grandpa calls me Marty,
Not knowing that I’m Michelle.
My heart hurts when I hear that
& from my expression, he can tell.
I want him to be alright again
But I don’t think he ever will.
Grandpa has forgotten how to walk.
So in a wheelchair he sits still.
Dementia is slowly taking his mind,
But his body is here to stay,
I love my Grandpa, even now,
& I hope for just one more day.
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