Why do you listen but never quite hear, when I tell you again, Dad it’s me.

Who is that man in the mirror you ask, Dad that’s you, but still you can’t see.

Who is that stranger, why is she here, tell me why did she come?

I take hold of your hand and whisper (so she can’t hear), Dad that’s Mum.

I wish I could make you better Dad, I wish it would go away, I wish to have you back my sweet dad, please for only one day.

I would tell you I love you, and then let you be, I miss you and I will never forget you, hey Dad it’s me.

I have written this poem in memory of my dad who had Alzheimer's. I will be taking part in the Alzheimer’s memory walk in September to hopefully raise awareness and funds.

Debbie Jordan
Loder Road, Brighton