Is it extravagant to hope for dignity
Gifts wrapped in bows but no one gives you affinity
You’re still there
You told me about Uncle Jimmy and the bombs of Bristol but you can’t remember to turn off the microwave
Do you remember Evelyn leaving on the gas? Fearing the place she called a hospital but really it was another institution entirely
Now those names of the past are boxed up, re-gifted to us, benevolent ghosts, whispering their experiences. A brother, a daughter.
On the wards and in the tax office you strode and were relied upon. Now the burden you carry is that you are one.
Seeking permission to go to another place. Go with blessings but know that you’re loved and I won’t stop trying to make connections.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017