Why won’t this key turn the old way in the lock?
Everything’s back to front, these days.
You count your change with somebody’s liver spot fingers –
Surely they can’t be yours? -
Never seems to tot up right, somehow.
The unlit gas looked safe, hissing silent below
The threshold of your hearing
When you left the cooker to answer the phone.
Alien voices calling your Sunday name
Boom through the room
From that box with its winks and wires.
You caught that silly button round your throat
Again by accident. You can’t remember last time. Or the last.
It’s not a necklace you would ever have chosen
When you walked upright, sprightly, doing three jobs,
Busy and coping and confident.
The numbers on the calendar are all higgledy thump.
Days are dead-eyed with strangers
Someone even stranger says are carers.
Please never forget:
No-one should ever feel foolish for forgetting.
In the jumble stall muddle of a brain turned traitor,
Know you are loved for who you really are,
Though absent memory may go rogue
Your soul shines bright, though mind's eyes may be closed.
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