Mum Poem by Paul Butters

Dementia took Mum in her final year
So I never got to tell her how
I loved her so.
Or that I appreciated all she did for me
Without condition.

Dementia damn you!
For months Mum could not hear
Or understand
Most things we said to her.
We lost her way before the end.

Last time I saw her she was in a panic
Afraid she’d soil her pants
The care-home staff tied up with other things.
They always did their best.

I hope my actions were enough
To show my love for her.
May she rest in peace.