Your memory is not what it was, but your heart remains the same.
I say I love you, but you can only stare into my eyes,
There is a familiarity, but also a loss of yourself.
I remember those times where you would walk strong,
Go on with your day and keep moving on.
You are still alive, but how alive, I do not know,
your brain? Your life? Or even your soul?
You see me sometimes and your thoughts go through,
trying to regain the face of recognition.
You think am I your nephew or maybe your son?
But I am going to be honest with you,
I am your grandson.
You may stay in that sofa, or maybe your bed,
trying to rest your weary confused head.
Your painful stiff legs, no longer in use,
wishing that they were even a little bit loose.
So I'll do you a favour and make your wish,
I'll make your memories mine so you won't forget
that there are those who will never forget you.
I love you nan, and I know you do too.
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