Though Father's Day has passed, I feel the need to tell
the hero my Dad is, when He's not doing well.
Dad now has dementia, Oh, wait, let me amend...
If truth be really told, Dementia now has HIM.
No matter all the loss, dementia brings to mind,
the brighter side of things, my Dad will always find.
When he lost his balance and on the sidewalk fell,
I asked, " Are you okay?" He said, "I cannot tell."
"But Dad what do you mean?" He answered with a smirk,
"How can I remember? My brain just does not work!"
He thought that was funny, so I just laughed along.
"Dad, I'm so proud of you. How can you be so strong?"
I couldn't understand, the positivity.
Dad saw my confusion, then turned and looked at me.
"You don't get it, Tina, the hand that I've been dealt...
I'd rather it be mine, not dealt to someone else."
Dad grew before my eyes, a hero in my head.
I'd rather have my Dad, than someone else instead.
There's more that I could tell. He's such a happy Dad.
His reason is just this... God makes him oh so glad.
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