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She is eighty seven years old. She is in a nursing home. She is confused.

Submitted: April 21, 2017

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Submitted: April 21, 2017



She stares at her daughter in law

Hello nurse she says

To the once familiar face.

Her family smile sadly

Awkward in the nursing home

High backed chairs.

Thick stench of cabbage,

And bleach.

She asks her son if

He ever thought he'd be living

Back in Dublin.

We're in England, Ma.

He whispers.

Later that day she

Calls out for her mother.

A nurse soothes her

With tea and a digestive biscuit.

She smiles.

She seems to settle down

Sipping her tea with

Drift away glassy

Look in her eye.

Poor thing, they say,

but she isn't there.

She's dancing in 1940s jazz

with her late husband.

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