My Disappearance

The days get shorter, and the nights get shorter, 
Struggling always to find what my thoughts are. 
Chicken or hake? The choice is so hard,
I'm starting to think that it's all a facade. 

I look in the mirror and I look the same, although I still feel like I'm playing a game. 
The house help comes in to potter about, 
Tells me if i need her, to give her a shout.

Next I'm dressed and gazing through the window 
What am I watching? I really don't know 
Along comes a chap, asking "tea or coffee?"
And before I know it, my mouth has said "toffee"... 

I laugh to myself, thinking have I gone daft? 
Although I'm lucky to have such lovely staff
Breakfast, lunch, dinner... they're all the same 
I ask for my family but am told they have came. 

It's the next day, and I'm ready to get up 
The same chap comes in and says "good luck" 
I ask what he means and he laughs and says
"I don't know where you are Olive, but it's time for bed"

Confused as a goldfish, I get in my nightdress 
Feeling old, and funny, and tired and useless 
Am I left or right, or in the centre?? 
Every day is a challenge, when you're living with dementia.