She sat in the chair along with the rest Now she'd been both washed and dressed. The noise she heard but couldn't see Her surroundings as she tapped her knee. She felt someone touch her arm Which made her startle with alarm. "Hello Mum. It's only me. How've you been? You haven't drank your tea. She recognised the voice but didn't know who It was or even knew her own name Which they said was Lou And told her she was eighty-two. She was tired and weary and wanted to sleep And dream her dreams which she could keep To herself and in them she could see How she'd looked at forty-three.
Reason for writing:
Memories of the days my mother spent in a Nursing Home.
Birth sign: Pisces
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