
I went into the room
The room where he sat
Hoping to find him peaceful
Peaceful and having a good day
All I wanted was a spark
A spark of recognition
To show me he remembered
Remembered who I was
But today was like a nightmare
A nightmare of forgotten past
He said he didn’t know
Know anything about me
He said he wanted to go home
Home to see his parents
But they had already died
Died many years before
So I sit here as a stranger
A stranger to my father
And hope this awful disease
Disease that steals his memories
Will let him retain some pride
Pride in who he was once
I see in the mirror our reflections
Reflections of our life before dementia
And it makes me want to cry
Cry for all we both have lost
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – spark