Trade Places

Put yourself in a dementia patients place. Going back to where their memory first fades away. We think we lost them not once but twice. Honestly they lost us, multiple countless times. In the beginning she would accidentally forget, to grab the things put on the grocery list. She tells herself it's OK she's stressed, relax. Make yourself a note as soon as you get back. She's flipping thru the channels on TV. Looking for a show that's coming on next week. Don't laugh at her, as she storms off to bed. She lays there listening to every word you said. With tears falling down onto her chest. Who are you? The question you never want to hear. From a loved one you cherish, oh so dear. She looks at you with fear in her eyes. Confused not knowing this person in disguised. Time passes by, and suddenly she's aware. Honey I'm sorry, I can't remember I swear. For a brief moment she's back to herself. Don't let go, shortly she won't even know. Her name or birthday, and the days you visited her. Depression sinks in. In her mind she's nothing. No one seems to even care. Not even the people working there. That one call you regret, even tho you expect. The feeling of losing her so soon Feels your heart with lonesome blues. As you sit by her side holding her hand tight. Repeat how much she really means and to fly high with her beautiful Angel wings.