A poem about dementia Sometimes grown-ups lose their way,They forget what happened yesterday.They may not smile the way they did,Or call your name, dear little kid. Their brain, you see, is feeling tired—Like a lamp that’s lost its fire.It’s something called dementia, friend,And it’s a road that twists and bends. Not just for grandmas, old … Continue reading Sometimes Grownups Forget. A poem about dementia