Every night, I lie in bed and think of her, her lost eyes
My heart cries as I see her sitting alone
Staring vacantly out the window at the bird feeder
The bitter truth is
The things she forgets are the banal moments
Her days have become groundhog, so is it so bad to not realise that she is in that cycle?
The things that matter she still remembers
The time when she was 8 and had laughter with passing soldiers
Playing pranks on those same soldiers with the cheeky grin that’s never left her
When she nearly ended up in Canada to stay safe
Sharing sweets with the best friend she loved and lost
She remembers mum when she was just a foot tall
She remembers me when I could only utter the odd word
She remembers my brother when he had the cheekiest grin, and the brightest laugh
She may even remember better than we all do
Its funny how that works
Laughter is the best medicine she tells me
This is something I now believe wholeheartedly
As every time I see her I see it in action
She makes me laugh
She helps me understand life
She respects me
She builds me up
Strength, endless strength
Smile, the smile it never leaves her
Leaving her breaks me,
But seeing her break, hurts me.
Reality, she isn’t broken
Just stuck on the rewind button
She’s still here
She’s still with me
She’s one of the lucky ones
I’m one of the lucky ones
We’re one of the lucky ones
People ask how is she doing?
I simply answer she is in a battle against groundhog day, And get this she is winning.
