Dementia

They really thought it was what was "best"

I don’t want to go

 

But the kids, you know?

 

I vowed to stay by your side

 

And now others will decide

 

I am guilty of getting old

 

Still, I have the same soul

 

I don’t want to go

 

I can’t cushion the blow

 

The “center” is far away

 

Dementia makes it difficult they say

 

It’s the best facility for this

 

The kids will be less inconvenienced

 

I just want to make my own way

 

Listen, please to what I have to say!

 

Exiling me but for what reason?

 

This is nothing short of treason

 

I thought we were family

 

I don’t want to go

 

I love you so.