Dear Grandpa

Dementia is stealing you, Worse is grandma’s view. You were so tall, Now we fear a fall. We feared the test, You were not at your best. Once our light, Now, not so bright. We lie, So not to cry. Many stay away, To our dismay. All we can do is pray, For the way.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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