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by Neil
Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2194875
My father's and my own experiences when he developed dementia.
I watched on helplessly
The decline was steep
That brilliant mind
His arms so strong
The choice to go
Not his to make
So who is responsible?
And where were they?
Would they be brave enough?
For a life to take

We pray for mercy
To die in our sleep
But that isn't real
For those who cannot speak
With their voices lost
And their right to choose
Their terms taken away
And with only one thing left to lose
What price your dignity?
To not be remembered like that

His memory reverting
A childhood reclaimed
As I spoke to him
Just a boy to his dad
But he knew not me
As his suspicion grew
Then he asked....
“How do you know so much about my family? “
“I'm your son”, I said

Dementia takes away more
Than just your memories
If I had asked him before
Before any of this
What would he choose?
Would you choose this?
Because I know that I won't
I want my daughters to see
That to go with pride
And with dignity
So they won't have to go through
What I had to

A man who was brilliant
Condemned....yet committed no crime
Against a society
Who's compassion is misguided
We give our pets more
Than we do our own kin
And for that we should be ashamed
Because I was ashamed for him

He hated that place
Escaping three times
But only twice they brought him back
Then he found the freedom he deserved
I didn't know how to feel
Was it wrong to feel relief?
I wouldn't watch an animal suffer
So why did I have to watch him?
I pray you never have to see
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