A poem dedicated to the sons and daughters who have lost their father to dementia & couldn’t say Happy Fathers’ Day

forget me not

Forget-me-not

I miss having to buy a card,

I miss having to think what to say,

I miss phoning you to let you know

You’re special on Fathers’ Day.

I missed the last two years of your life,

I missed your mind that was once so vast,

I missed the talks and ideas we’d have

As the father I knew was sinking fast.

But I couldn’t help, I could only watch,

As your mind was snatched, a little each day,

There was nothing left in the end, just a shell,

I miss having to think what to say.

Happy Fathers’ Day…wherever you are.

A proud grand-dad holding his first grand-son.

A proud grand-dad holding his first grand-son.

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About Sophia Moseley

Freelance Copywriter, Feature Writer and Author. Looking for that illusive job that every working mother craves but surviving, just, on what I can find. My writing and poetry keeps my sane. Watch this space.
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