A nursing home visit

Nanny spoke of doodlebugs
In World war 2
of childhood games
my infant life, little boy
I brought flowers
This sunny afternoon
nursing home rooms
a stale sustain
the fight to brighten
quelling the brain
echoes of the desperate
Frighten
Those corridor’s
In conversation
volume forced
ninety years amazing
The faculty
intact
Slow to react, eventual
A memory jolt
Burst laughter, amazing!
Such capable happiness
A laugh to peel the years
evaporate
brief moments, why?
a Solomon return to now
a picture painted in rose glass
I am helpless to solve
This time is dissolving you
I can lift you Nan
I can bolt you to wheels
Cynical,it is you who feels
The futile moves
For hope is distilled but pure in us all
Wisdom a hard shell
Wrinkled skin the stories tell
Of old
This war of ages
This little room
A propped pillow
a half tilted head
The old age production line
Decommission, yet prolong
The dressed up prison
For where else can we go?
turn slowly
I wheel you out
Better to die under open sky
Surely
this room
Nan, wake up you are
Hunched
You are becoming circular
Oh that chair!
It will swallow you one day.
Tired she drifts
Motionless for a while
the ticking clock lifts
Silence