Being Here
You wiped away my tears
Cleaned the cuts upon my knee
And now dementia taken all your memories of me
You nursed me when I was poorly
Fed and clothed me every day
but now you can’t remember my name, dementia taken it away
you taught be how to love and care
how to be the best that I can be
You just cannot remember doing this as dementia, taken it away
But do I love you any less my mum
Could I hold you any closer to my heart
Not a chance, you will hear me say
I will just sit beside your bedside
Hold your hand and sit and pray
That me being here brings you comfort
In some tiny way.
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