The Pain of Dementia

My brother is slowly slipping,
disappearing before my eyes.
He is living with Dementia,
and that makes me want to cry.

I’m not sure how to help him,
just love him the best I can.
Get angry at the Dementia,
for he doesn’t understand.

I pray he gets all the help,
that he so desperately needs.
I will be here for him always,
and help him to succeed.

I’m thankful he has found God,
to guide him through this time.
God knows his heart and understands,
this is a hill that he must climb.

No matter where we go from here,
or how grueling it becomes.
I’ll be here for him always
until this battle’s won.