Mind and Memory

It's hard for me to remember how life used to be Whether I liked to garden or sit in the chair swing by the tree. I don't know if I liked fishing or not, If camping was my thing, Or writing...maybe not. I can't quite remember if I know you, What your name is, or even if I'll give you a second thought. You look very familiar, but I don't remember who you are, Yet I know that it feels nice to feel close, to sit and chat, I hope you don't leave and go too far. I need tender love and utmost care, For I am struggling with dementia, I didn't choose this - I wouldn't dare. I hope you can love every bit of me, Even though I'm not fully aware, Of where I am, even now, As I sit down for dinner in my everyday chair. Deep down inside, I am still there, So treat me with kindness and dignity, Cherish me always - I am still in need of a great life - that's made up of good times, respect, fun, laughter, and care.