Out of Mind
She worries that she might
have entered the world she fears
populated by the elderly whose
cerebral function has regressed
suffering from dreaded Alzheimer's
but her memories are intact and
she knows what she loves and
mourns what she misses and she
detests where she is, that place
where her family has placed her
concerned, they explained to her
that at her age she was living alone.
Her home is gone, taken from her.
Her pleasure in life has been
diminished but she can still get
around, though slowly, and when
she can she exits the place she
loathes to toddle to a nearby park
with a lake, and sits there so she
can reminisce about how much
she and Allan loved to do just
that. Allan, where is he? She
would so much like to be with
him. No one comes to see her
not surprising since everyone lives
far away. It is like that with the
elderly; they become transparent
people can look right through
them as though they don't exist
and out of sight, out of mind.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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