If I close my eyes I can clearly see
a frail old woman waiting patiently .
Standing anxiously by her door .
She appears confused and insecure .
Fifty years she's lived in that street
always tidy and very neat.
But now she's going in a nursing home
with fading memories and limbs of stone.
I weep for the woman on that street
who was always tidy and very neat .
Though I'll always wonder who can see
this poor old woman who resembles me .
Now I close my eyes as we drive away.
To another home .
Where I shall stay .
Author /Edwin Jepson
March 25th 2019
Note . Someone I knew long ago . a dear friend .