Do you See Me?

Hello my name is,                                                                                         
Wait what did you just ask.                                                                  
I’m not sure what to say right now,                                                          
It’s such a painful task.                                                                           
I remember I was raised by mom,                                                                
Cause dad left when I was two.                                                                  
But remembering both my daughters names,                                          
I just can’t seem to do.                                                                       
Now every day I wake up,                                                                     
And don’t know where I’ve been.                                                            
I want to reach and cry for help,                                                          
But don’t know how to begin.                                                               
And now it’s time to shower,                                                              
How does that go again?                                                                          
 I want to shed a tear and cry,                                                               
Now how do I begin?
Give me a minute and let me try,                                                                                     
To figure out this task.                                                                                                      
Hey wait that’s cold and close the door,                                                                      
Why should I have to ask?                                                                                                     
I sit and wait I’m not sure why,                                                                                         
No one understands,                                                                                                              
I need to leave and make it home,                                                                                  
My families in demand.                                                                                                      
I’m tired as this day drags on,                                                                                     
What’s in front of me?                                                                                                        
It looks like a plate of pudding,                                                                                        
 As far as I can see.                                                                                                         
 Am I suppose to eat this,                                                                          
What is this on my plate,                                                             
What happen to my normal food?                                                            
Please I don’t want to hate.                                                                                          
So if I’m angry or disgruntled,                                                                                     
Please try and understand.                                                                                                    
I don’t mean any disrespect,                                                                                                
I’m confused it’s not my plan.                                                                                               
I ask for understanding,                                                                                                 
Patience if you may.                                                                                                          
To bear with my afflicted state,                                                                                         
It changes every day.                                                                                                         
But it doesn’t mean I don’t need love,                                                                          
And care straight from the heart.                                                                                         
I’ll do my best to keep my end,                                                                                      
And hope you’ll do your part.

Written by Sonny Gonzalez, whom I met a a Dementia Beyond Drugs training in Austin Tx. I was facilitating with Sonya Barsness and Dr. Al Power and Sonny shared this with us all.