A Stranger Calls. .......
I remember taking my mum to visit my dad in the local hospice before he sadly passed away after several months of ill health and memories of the visits prompted this poem:
I visit you daily in your nursing home
you're physically with me yet I feel so alone
I reach for your hand and you pull it away
a bit of you dies with each passing day
Our love over years never did wane
now you look at me blankly not knowing my name
I sometimes think that if maybe you'd gone
I could grieve at your passing and try to move on
Instead you're a stranger whom I visit each day
who was once full of life but now empty and grey.