She can’t walk round the block
Because the pavement is uneven
She can’t get to the corner shop
Because there is no pedestrian crossing
She’s a prisoner in her own home
Despite having worked hard all her life
She’s dependent on the goodwill
Of her friends and neighbours
Her husband has long passed away
And her sons live abroad
She always thought they’d be there for her
The loneliness has turned to depression
Being stuck indoors has made her frail
She’s on a list for some help she thinks
But every day is more of a bother
Every day gets longer and longer
She worries about her garden
Will the man come and cut the grass
Should she pay for this and that
There’s no one to ask
Her head gets in a mess
She’s tired of fighting
She talks to ghosts instead
They crowd her bedroom each morning
Appear in odd places throughout the day
Quite good company really
She knows them all by name
She’s looking forward to being with them permanently
That’s the only thing she’s sure of
It’s all she has to look forward to
Her life has come to this
A heartbreaking reality for some. Strong image.
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Thank you. Yes, based in some part on my Mum’s current situation.
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Sorry to hear that.
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