Angel of the North

Visited dad in his new care home today: This was the sky as we drove back up the A1, with too many thoughts and emotions. 


Dad, it was so hard seeing you there 
Unfamiliar surroundings, unfamiliar chair,
Surrounded by strangers who don't know where
They also happen to be. Dementia's cruel, unfair. 

The carers had kindness in their eyes.
Their gentle hands took me by surprise. 
Paid so little yet giving so much, 
Gentle reassurance conveyed through their touch. 

You are safer here, but I grieve when I see
My strong, loving dad reduced to such fragility 
Who knows what's going on inside your head
As you shuffle from chair, to table, to bed. 

I rushed to your side, childlike me
But you don't know anymore, just vulnerability
And helplessness and confusion in your eyes
An occasional smile, I still recognise 

Do you know how much you are loved? 
Do you know how grateful I am? 
Did I tell you before it was too late? 
It breaks my heart to see you in this state. 

You have human angels looking after you now.