"You tell me that you love me, but why do you both start to cry? You say that I'm your dad, I don't know your reasons why. You brush my teeth, and dress me, as I look deep into your eyes. Sometimes I think I know you girls, but it's hard to recognise, as a smile lights up your faces, seeing you makes me wonder? takes me back to other places, makes me think, and vaguely ponder. You both ask me many questions, "Tell us dad, tell us about your life," "Do you remember that special day dad?" When you made our mum your wife." You both hug me, and say, "Goodbye dad," "We'll come, and see you again next week," then you both turn, and slowly walk away, it's at that time I desperately want to speak... Then a nurse takes me by the hand, and leads me to my room, I'll lay down confused upon the bed, and slip back into my gloom. Suddenly, as a flashback, I recall a fragment of my life, of course I do remember!...that special day with Mary, my lovely wife.. ...then it's gone, I drift away...until again, you both I see, asking questions, giving hugs...and trying in vain, to remind me."