We curtsy to him who we do not see
And with a girl murdered long ago we drink tea
We compliment grandma on how beautifully she has done up her strawberry blonde hair
She thanks us and asks if we are coming to her sweet sixteen after the fair
Daddy can no longer take it and has left the room
With this acting he is unable to resume
He sits outside, his face stained with tears
Dementia has taken my grandmother as its captive
No longer in reality does she live
She sees not her wrinkles and balding white hair
We play along because we care
And when she falls asleep we all shed tears
Lovely…
I was so moved by this poem..well written.
well done! love it.big up yourself dare.you bring tears to my eyes as i write,i think of my mother,such a Touching Poem.
OMG i had to comment on this poem… It is simply beautiful and breathtaking…. You are talented…please don’t stop writing.
beautiful