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Lost.

Missing image

She went out one day

and forgot to return...

Her mind got lost

in forgetfulness.

 

 

Police brought her home

found her looking

for herself.

 

 

In her world...

Toothpaste was hand-cream,

bleach was milk

and I, her daughter

became someone new

each day.

 

 

I watched her as

she twisted the same edge

of her shawl,

looking out to nowhere,

mumbling, smiling

and waiting,

waiting...

Waiting for deceased

loved ones to call.

 

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  • CountryCousin
    March 19, 2008

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    Oh my.

    It is a living death, with cancer you have a chance of being cured or if not going on. But this disease robs the mind and the person becomes just as you have stated.


  • Pure Thought silver member
    February 1, 2008
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    Well imaged

    Have known of this, but will not go there myself. I'll take the train.


  • fortyninereasons gold member
    January 31, 2008
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    You brought back memories of my Granny. Your heartfelt poem is wonderful. Love J x

  • Bad Bill
    January 28, 2008

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    Tá dán seo go maith! This is very well-written, with not a wasted word, and a moving portrayal of what this terrible affliction does to the mind.

    Slán,
    Bill