I walk into that clinical place
looking around for a familiar face
then i spot him there in that chair
shows no recognition just a vacant stare
hey its me how are you today?
let him remember me i hear myself say
he doesn't respond just rocks to and fro
what is he thinking i would love to know
he starts to hum a familiar tune
the sound of that song fills the room
i remember that song from when i was a girl
he sang it to me,we would dance and twirl
its then i realise he does remember me
but just not in a way its obvious to see
this is his way of saying i know your there
theres still memories behind this vacant stare
all of a sudden the words come flooding back
as i sing along he begins to clap
he sings along every word right
something in his mind clicks on like a light
we sit there and sing just like an age ago
dancing replaces the to and fro
holding hand we sing to one another
treasuring this memory like no other
"I'm forever blowing bubbles" i sing and laugh
"pretty bubbles in the air" he sings back
we laugh and sing for an hour or so
until sadly its time for me to go
dementia may have taken my granddads mind
but if i dig deep enough I'm sure ill find
enough memories for us both to share
behind my granddads vacant stare
