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