I am going to see my Mother
Where I will meet my Sister,
She is in a home in Chester
Where staff look after her,
My mother has a nature
Of having a behaviour
That's not now graver
And one to savour.
I am always missing her
And worry about dementia
As it is a slow type of torture
Which so affects her behaviour.
At least I have memories to savour
Of when we were aptly living together.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/08/2024
A poetic piece with a specific metre.
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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