It’s magic when the light is on

Recognising the ones I love

Just being present, it’s the best gift of all

The times that contrast don’t hurt, ME

The emotion doesn’t touch ME

I’m blissfully unaware

The pain is with the ones I love

Especially the ones too young to understand

It's confusing when they can see me

But only the shell of me is there

That man, he looks like grandad

But he’s different in every other way

I’m talking to him like normal

But it’s like he doesn’t know who I am

Other days, other visits, times produce knowing smiles

Produce engagement and knowing smiles

Because briefly

Grandad’s back with us again