After talking to a relative of a service user at work I came up with this poem x
My mother has dementia
It breaks my heart in two,
To realize the one you love
Can not remember you.
She thinks that I'm a friendly face
Who comes to see her in "that" place.
Her life of memories has been erased
She feels unwanted and displaced.
I try to talk about the things
That meant so much to her
But all that she remembers now
Is just a tangled blur.
Today is like tomorrow was
And yesterday the same
I spend an hour and then go home
And have no one to blame.
The dementia has her in its grip
There's nothing I can say
Except, dear mom, I'm so afraid
I'll end up the same way.
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