Tomorrow from home it will be our last goodbye
Already I can feel the tears swell in my eyes
It will be a  difficult  day but its one I have to face
Memories of many good times that I will retrace

Your Memories are vague now day is night and night is day
As time has passed dementia has made you this way
It pains me but the doctor has left me with no choice
I will cradle all your past times and hear your voice

One last night and It already feels like you know
Although not everyone else seems to think so
The care home looms like a big dark cloud
The emotions inside, I want to scream out loud

When tomorrow arrives it will be your final abode
A one last I love you one last loving hug and hold
After six years of loyalty to the Mum I have loved and cared
Rebuild my life, wipe away the tears, on good times we shared

David Swinden © 7/2/2017

Poetry pen name Emotional Man