Stolen Memories

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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