My brain is working very well.

But my grandma’s is very slow.

She remembers old thoughts.

Her dad leaving to fight in the war.

Going on holiday to a beach for the first time,

sitting on a soft gentle donkey,

listening to the Punch and Judy show.

But she can’t remember to take her medicine,

or make her bed,

or turn off the tap.

I try to help her but she always forgets the advice I give.

Sometimes when I visit she jumps up in fright because she doesn’t know who I am.

But I explain.

Then she forgets again.

I think she’s lost her brain.

But I know it’s just she’s very old.

Oh how she wants to be young like me,

riding on the donkey.

At least she has that memory.