I went to an art gallery with my grandmother the other day

Kept circling the same room for hours 


She had a different opinion every time

about those 12 paintings we kept looking at


Afterwards we went back home

I made some coffee

And introduced myself to her for the very last time

◄ 32 Days of Pain

32 Days of Pain ►


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Philip Stevens

Sat 13th Jul 2019 00:31

I supported mum with personal care for the last six month's she would always say I was very nice man without recognising me as her son.... so yeah I know what you mean

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Sat 13th Jul 2019 00:18

That last line packed quite the punch (line). Excellent but very sad poem. Thanks for sharing.

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keith jeffries

Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:42

a poem to ponder on as we occasionally see this in others and quietly dread that it should happen to us as we fear the loss of our identity and sink into an incomprehensible haze.

Very well put together and written with love.

Thank you for this


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Tommy Carroll

Fri 12th Jul 2019 09:35

Short and not so sweet but - a grim sadness still shines in the gloom of the text. Cleverly constructed Sognare. Tommy

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Martin Elder

Fri 12th Jul 2019 09:21

It is a sad fact of life for a number of people. I fully understand having had a father who had suffered with a similar affliction.

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