this shambling grey half creature
always cold always not quite right
wanting something just out of reach
sitting in front of the tv all day
because she loves the quiz shows
but now cannot answer has no clue
frequenting the toilet every two hours
if lost in puzzlement why she is there
who would want this?
peevish when questioned on anything
aware but not aware something is wrong
she has broken her hip surgery done
& the pain pills do they help?
or just keep her more dosed?
she sees me as somebody else now
a dark figure can’t quite make out
& our years together the love the laughs
are all gone in a second of unfiltered spite
rolling out of that old lady delicate mouth
& who would want this?
as we hang on in remembering this
is what care duty family fealty really is