Unable to copy that stupid clock
I become more confused
My memories are a jigsaw puzzle I can’t seem to put together
One piece in hand yet it doesn’t fit the other I placed down
It’s like my thoughts wander about like my body does in the darkness of night.
I walk about and don’t know where I am when I stop.
I don’t recall where I was and worse where I’m going
My reflection shows an old wrinkled man I don’t recognize.
Could it be my father? A stranger perhaps?
I am a young boy so I don’t quite know
Can you let me know? Please. I beg of you.
I didn’t write anything down but instead I fell down
So many wrongs I shall never right because …
What was I going to say?
My thoughts are like a scrabble game
So many letters but I can’t come up with a single word
The Z is worth ten points
What was my point?
I didn’t write anything down and I don’t remember
It’s September and it’s Spring I guess
I’m in late winter and May I use the bathroom
I must tell my father to get out of the bathroom. He is there looking old and wrinkled in the mirror.
I feel alone and I can smell the scent of the Forget Me Nots
I just want to Me Not Forget
No regrets! Who are you again?
Dementia is difficult to witness as a physician but even more so when it’s your loved one. A lot of patience is required. Don’t get frustrated but breathe. The moments of lucidity even if few are all worth it. With much love and hugs from Brooklyn.