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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Mémé

My name escapes your mind
Lost, lost in thoughts of years that you can no longer determine
To my father, which is this son? Or is it my beloved?
Gone for twenty years
Gone, gone like the childhood of a single girl
A daughter burdened by a mother gone mad
Burying a baby deep in the Earth
Trying to drown the life, a life fleeting until saved
Insanity, at least for a moment
Troubled, troubled a life that confused seconds with decades
One minute you're middle-aged the next a mere child
No older than the son on your lap
Rage envelopes the love that the heart should feel
And did just momments ago
Lost, lost in thoughts of years deceased
Years passed, years surrendered to a mind that has lost the nimbleness
The hands are still sharp but the mind, the mind...
I see a glint in those eyes and it makes me think
Maybe you're there somewhere... maybe you're sharper, brighter than you seem
Is it all an act? A facade? A hoax?
Then the glint is gone and we leave the nursing home

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