Show me the way to go home
Those eyes, so large and so lost.
I greet her with a smile and say,
Good morning my dear.
How are you on this fine Tuesday?
Oh, hello love.
She smiles back at me and says,
And how are you,
Are you well?
I must say, don’t you look absolutely beautiful today.
Where am I going?
Am I going the right way?
Right here I say,
As I pull out her usual chair
That faces the tall wide window.
You know, I tell her,
You like to sit here everyday.
Everyday? Here, do I?
Well would you believe,
I can't remember.
I can't remember a thing.
I don't even know how I got here.
Do you know?
I watch as her eyes fill fast with fear.
Yes, I do.
You live quite near.
Your daughter in law,
She drove you here.
She drove you here in her car.
Who do I live with,
Can you tell me please?
I nod at her and say,
You live with your son.
You live with him in his house.
My son, I have a son!
My God, I can't remember a thing.
I just can't remember anything anymore.
Up here, she points to her temple,
It's gone. It's all gone.
Can I have a tissue please, to keep here?
Just here. I like to keep one in my sleeve.
Yes, of course you can.
Take a seat. I will bring some tissue and some tea over for you.
It's very cold outside.
Oh thank you love.
I would love a nice hot cup of tea.
What day is it today?
Is this my frame?
What does that say there, Is that my name?
I think it is.
Have you any idea who brought me here?
Who brought me here today?
Do I sleep here or do I go home?
Who brings me home?
Where is home?
In memory of Eileen A.
Rest in Peace.