His favorite color we never knew Though I thought that is was blue He loved to joke with everyone Now he passed that down to his son He always went hunting or fishing While his wife was at home wishing That he would be home to eat While all he’ll want to do is sleep There was something strange going on He didn’t remember his own son Worse he got as time went by And all we wondered was why Grandma took him to the doctor It was really quite a shocker Alzheimer’s was the name It took his mind, what a shame Within years he wouldn’t do anything But just sit around and sing He didn’t know where he was While everyone else does As Grandma put him into bed It was quite a dread She knew it was bad And she was really sad As they exchanged glances They remembered the chances They had to say I love you Those were their last words too He now lives with God Though that may sound odd He’ll watch over me And that will always be
Lindsay was thirteen when she wrote this poem to remember her Grandpa. Further reproduction is by written permission only. We welcome your poetry to share with other caregivers. Submission guidelines