The nurses bustle by
They don't see my face
I'm in my own little world
A special private place
So much I can't remember
When my daughter comes to call
She seems to talk in circles
I don't understand at all
She don't know why
I have such a blank stare
Half the time I'm not aware
That she's even there
I can't seem to function
The nurses take good care of me
But I feel I'm in a prison
And have thrown away the key
A sea of endless faces
They hug me and smile
I fight to remember
I guess I'm just senile
If I could unlock the door
That controls my crippled mind
If only I could remember
All these years I've left behind
(C) Linda Hill 2011
Sheila
~Z.B.McClure
Ron
Anna
Your Friend,TRASK
Your compassion is beyond words..
and that picture, those hands
of loving touch and living long.
Bless you!
John
Joy L. Hale
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Love and Peace
Tony
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(