Although hard to see,
I’m still me.
Deep within,
Is the person I used to be.
The search for answers,
Brings me discomfort.
But your presence brings me comfort.
Dementia can’t steel how you make me feel,
But seeing a face without a name,
I used try to conceal.
The photos around me,
Tell the story of my life.
Those I love,
And those who took flight.
I know it’s hard to see,
But I’m still me.
Although your name I can’t trace,
I still want to see your face
Because when I can’t remember,
You do it for me.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 4:57 PM UTC
Although hard to see,
I’m still me.
Deep within,
Is the person I used to be.
The search for answers,
Brings me discomfort.
But your presence brings me comfort.
Dementia can’t steel how you make me feel,
But seeing a face without a name,
I used try to conceal.
The photos around me,
Tell the story of my life.
Those I love,
And those who took flight.
I know it’s hard to see,
But I’m still me.
Although your name I can’t trace,
I still want to see your face
Because when I can’t remember,
You do it for me.
A poem I wrote a few years ago for my grandmother