Waiting

I,m sitting in the corner, can,t you see me  Here I am, over here, all on my own  Sitting here wondering why can,t I go home  Look,..at me,wave now,both hands in the air  Yet you don,t see me it must be this chair  I had lunch one day last week  Chips with custard,oh what a cheek  I would read the paper, but forget what to do  I,ll just watch the telly, till you come on through  I saw you last Christmas, or was it New Year  I can,t remember clearly, it makes me feel queer  The sun has gone in now,no more the bright sky  I must go to bed now, does,nt time fly  Where are my babies, I hope their in bed  With dollies and teddies, just bye their heads  Well I must sleep now, maybe to dream  Of mince and tatties, or maybe the Queen  I hope its tomorrow around about two  Bring icecream and jelly,..I like that don,t you.. W.J.K.  ( c ) copyright 1999

Waiting

papadad

Joined January 2008

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A poem about dementia, just thought of visits to my Mother, who suffered for ten years with the condition.

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