My Grandfather has Dimentia, My sister, and me were watching him over the summer in 2009. He believed we were his World War II Water girls...so We played along just to keep him sane....I hope you all enjoy....
Your face of a pale color,
So many years filled with wonder.
It's full of wrinkled age,
But a passion of a wisdom filled page.
Tales of your boyhood you wear a "Great Smile"
So we shall sit here and listen awhile.
Man seas you have sailed,
Roughest of waters to, it seemed.
Your mind has drifted to the war,
It is there you fought tooth and nail.
As the sound of bombs rang loud and clear,
A smoke settles in your pale blue eyes.
You look to thee, and say, you were there to see.
"My Watergirls, I was fighting the Japanese"
Why yes our memories would recall,
We must play long or he will loose it all.
You raise your fist, they are clenched tight.
As you stand up and say,
"Let's Fight".
We cower knowing your mind, it is of a young man,
A youngman lost in time.
"My Watergirls I was fighting the Japs"
So we laughed and let the moment pass.
This man is a boy again,
His mind has taken him back to World War II.
I love you Grandpa...your legacy will live on