Lost Memories
Thanksgiving evening my family was coming over,
I was so excited, I began to holler,
Helping set the table and spreading out the food,
I was very happy, in such a good mood.
I could smell the wonderful aroma of Filipino cuisine,
My mouth began to water, inside I let out a scream,.
Suddenly I heard knocking on the front door,
I dropped everything I was doing onto the floor.
Opening the door, I see my grandmother,
I gave hugs and kisses saying ,"Happy Thanksgiving!”
But inside I experienced sadness as if my heart went missing.
I did not at first understand the question my grandmother asked me,
As it left me in confusion, I thought I might have fallen onto my knee.
She asked, "Who are you again.”
I did not know what dementia was at the time,
As I was only of age nine.
I asked if there was a cure to the disease,
But I was given “No” as an answer which buckled my knees.
I wondered why haven’t scientists created a cure, a key,
Dementia, why is it such a thing? I plead.
I still reminisce on the past memories when I was younger,
Does she still remember, I ponder.
From here point on I vowed to myself I would find a way,
To find a cure for the disease that took my grandmother away.
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