Day after day he searches to find
Objects mislaid due to his mind
A mind once so brilliant and so very keen
Probing, asking since he was a teen.
It seems to me in some strange way
His mind is dealing with long ago days.
His sentences are few and brief
His loss of memory causes him grief.
Doctors describe dementia to the letter
But living it describes it better.
Sometimes things seem nearly okay
So then we take things day by day.
I use patience and dedication
And show compassion without frustration.
I try to act without rancour or blame
Because tomorrow it will probably be the same.