This is most likely the only bit of poetry I'll ever write.
My grandpa has final stage Alzheimer's and dementia. He was first diagnosed in 2007, and since then he has continued to worsen.
At the time I thought this poem was silly and stupid, but looking back, I rather like it.
I wrote this in 2008 for my mom, who was and still is, giving the gospel to her father.
It's written from her perspective, from a daughter to her parent.
My grandpa has final stage Alzheimer's and dementia. He was first diagnosed in 2007, and since then he has continued to worsen.
At the time I thought this poem was silly and stupid, but looking back, I rather like it.
I wrote this in 2008 for my mom, who was and still is, giving the gospel to her father.
It's written from her perspective, from a daughter to her parent.
12-26-2008
I wish I could see inside your mind,
like a clock, the way gears turn and grind.
If for a moment I could see
the way you look at the world and me
Perhaps I'd understand what is taking your mind,
and then see how fast we're losing time.
Will the day ever come,
when you won't recognize me from anyone?*
But until that awful time arrives
I will use my gifts that God provides.
To show you why and how to live,
and that God's love and grace forgives.
Because I love you, yes I do,
I want to spend eternity together: God, me and you.
*two years later, he doesn't recognize us.
