Alzheimer's Poem by James Hunter

I guess I've been here awhile, I really can't remember
I look outside and see the snow, it must be November or December
I call out to see my wife, I called and called until I cried
Then a lady came in my room and said, remember sir, she died
Please tell me if I have a son, I think I remember that I do
She said yes sir, you have a son and he looks like you
I think and think what is his name, nothing there but blank
Then a man walks in my room, Dad it's me, it's Frank
Frank, it doesn't ring a bell, are you my Doctor tell me please
Then this giant of a man fell upon his knees
Remember Dad I am your son, please Dad, try to remember
I looked deep into his eyes and said, I really don't remember
A single tear rolled down his face and clearly his voice said
I am Frank, I am your son and yes you are my Dad
I'm trying to remember, she said he looks like me
So I look into a mirror, surprised at what I see
A younger version of myself is kneeling on the floor
Telling me he is my son, someone I should adore
I remember you, my son, I said to ease his weary mind
Though I don't know who he is, I thought I should be kind