Why do we forget our own who forget themselves??!!..

Today they’ve forgotten themselves, their lives they so far lived & their precious ‘you’…

Their old age, those grey hair, wrinkled skin, sunken eyes didn’t happen in a day or two…

The once strong hands that made you who you are today, fed you the best with whatever they made, from you falling they kept..

The once bright eyes full of youth, that showed you light in darkness, wept more than you if you were in pain, showed you good from bad, right from wrong, about your biggest dreams coming true they dreamt..

Once your well wishers, the wisest guides of your life, you’d follow blindly holding their finger around the world.. you’d have never had a better truer friend..

Yes, your parents, now who can still see you, but can’t recognize you anymore….

Yes the hands that brought you up, gave you your life & ‘theirs’, may even feel you, but not even know who you’re..

They’re clueless they gave birth to you, you were their everything, that relation’s very much alive, but the people who made that bond are perhaps in a way no more..

They’ve given you their all, day & night, through your life’s spring, rain, snow or sunshine..

But today when they’re an old yet a helpless child again,

Don’t let their loss of memory be yours…don’t walk away leaving them in pain..

how can you forget them now, when they can’t their own selves remember..

You’re a piece of their heart, your very own still they’re..

It’s too late to reverse this dementia, to ever now recover..

At this stage, they need you the most..

Wearing they’re diapers, awaiting a stranger to change them, meanwhile they lay in their body’s waste.. all lost..

Breaking down is their skin, those wounds now penetrate deep through their flesh all the way to the bones, in weeks to days now, so fast..

‘Mama I’m hungry.. Daddy, don’t let me fall, please don’t let go of me..

Mama, sing me my lullaby .. as I sleep, I need to snuggle up with you and by me you always be..

Daddy let’s wrestle, Mama bathe me..Let’s maybe sit together, just like that.. as a family that we are.. simply..’

‘Mama, Daddy’ they holler excitedly today looking at you completely confused..

When you visit them for a bit, it’s nature probably that their parents’ unconditional love’s what they’d subconsciously missed..

Calling out for help they’re rightfully for their own parents that’s why.. your name they’d still call out, only to give a kiss or a hug when their hearts dearly as your parents wished..

They won’t ask you, although hoped they might’ve .. they can’t do any of that now, that’s a blessing in disguise though, well, that’s different..

But don’t let healthcare workers – doctors, nurses decide for you, your parents’ disposition, with social workers and case management..

As they didn’t ever leave you to survive somehow or die.. Take them home with you..not for responsibility, duty or humanity, but for the sake of this child of yours now, who was once your parent!