I remember your lucidity
like my name;
I can never forget
how full of moxie
you once were…
Now, a shell
with traces of you deep within –
I’m trying to find the her I
know,
She’s hiding from us,
but so dearly do we all miss
that quiet strength, that…
beautiful energy
that always told us
It will all always be alright.
I miss your mind, laughter, the soft caresses
of your work-worn hands.
Truly, I’d give almost anything
to have a conversation,
to hear you laugh…
Dementia has stolen that from us,
and as much as I want to hate it,
I…can’t.
I still feel a certain rage
at all we can’t get back,
return to.
You’re still mine,
my heart and soul comes from you.
I just…
It hurts, and
I want my grandma
to just be,
the way you used to.
Kayfucius 