proper old

she is proper old now

where only her needs are important

& forgetful too

lashing out that we won’t let her drive

tho’ we ask her to recognise

what she can see can’t see

whether she has the ability any more

when we leave she asks why?

like a petulant child

forced to be alone

forced by circumstance

& there is no recognition of others needs

those of work family life respite

as everything now comes to her door

groceries meals visitors

when we take her out

the wind is too cold

it is too hot too many people

& from somewhere I recall

the koan:

how does one develop tolerance

for the intolerant?

I don’t know I think

but I’m certainly being taught