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.
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