CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

CEREBRAL FRAGILITY

She gathers up the washing in her trembling hands
Fingering her children’s dirty clothes
Oblivious to her own madness, in her confusion, she stands
Make some tea, or maybe butter a scone
Her good life is a mystery; she has no recall
Today her emotions and sense of ‘being’ have long since gone
Lionel watches his stricken wife – as she dances across the floor
Perhaps a day of clarity, rare, but, a possibility
Or improbability
They used to waltz together, sometimes very slow
Expected to grow old into their dotage
Aah…sweet memories seems such a long time ago
Her offspring are in denial of her delicate state
Protecting her for always from a terrible fate

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