It's not often a television documentary prompts my pen. This one did, though.
She couldn't talk any more,
that was the worst of it.
She couldn't talk
any more...
And she'd always talked,
all her life!
'Talk the leg off a chair'
the family would complain
with love in their voices.
And later
at the nursing home,
they'd smile
as she nattered non stop
about the goings on of
this one and that one.
She couldn't remember their names,
but it didn't matter -
Nobody minded.
But today
she looked at us
with such wide-stretched eyes,
trying so hard -
That was the worst of it...
Love the poem and its narrative style, Alison...The poem culminates in a dramatic end with the last line, like life...