Thirty years ago your body finally gave up,
But even before that your mind was out of reach,
Not dementia, but a stroke and then another,
Took away my father's ability to communicate,
I remember the look of confusion
Upon your face when I came to visit,
Your halting words, 'Who? What? Why?'
The parts of sentences mumbled,
Unable to form a whole sentence,
You tried so hard to put the pieces together,
But most of all I recall your joy as I placed
Your first grandchild into your arms,
You struggled but got out the vital words-
'Beautiful baby. Looks like me.'