a poem i recently wrote about my grandma who has sever dementia and cancer

As your memory slips away

 i see the person i knew fade

I watch you day by day 

 think of memories we've made

remembering who you were

the grandma i used to know

never knowing whats in store

how many days you've left to go

how far you might slip

but i'll never quit on you

the scale can always tip

just maybe some day we'll get through

and get back to us

the REAL you.

The End

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