Through the Eyes of Dementia

Through The Eyes of Dementia
By Sr. Hope Therese 

I don't remember who you are or your name,
I do remember I love you just the same.
I don't remember to brush my teeth or my hair,
I do remember each and every song and prayer.
I don't remember the last meal I was fed,
I do remember the day that I was wed.
I don't remember what it was that I wanted to say,
I do remember the empathy you showed me today.
I don't remember where this place is that I live,
I do remember I still have so much to give.

Loosing my memory may cause me to blunder,
It also makes all seem new and full of wonder.
The things that I say may not always make sense,
The most precious gift to me is your presence.
My brain may be dying instead of healing,
I can still sense everything you are feeling.
You can talk to me and hold my hand,
You don't know how much I understand.
All of my memories may go away,
My love and compassion will always stay.
In my heart you will forever have a spot,
The heart remembers things that the brain cannot.