Grandpa

You were always there for me,

Even with a damaged knee.

Sam and I looked up to you,

You never had a clue.

You carried your struggles

As if they were light like bubbles.

With your own two hands and feet

Until you met concrete

Then, it seemed so small

Like just a baby fall.

But what we couldn't see 

Was your mind wasn't free

Soon you carried your troubles again

With your two hands and a cane

You didn't seem to be in pain

You seemed to be quite sane

But your mind soon took you prisoner 

An act that seemed so sinister

Your loved ones carried your stresses

While the disease continued it's progresses

Your mind hid everything from you 

But you never forgot how to chew

You couldn't remember my name

You always played the guessing game

And when it finally said it's time,

The dementia came to commit it's crime

July 21st, 2013 you were finally free

July 21st, 2013 you became lost to me