Happy Birthday to you
In the nursing home
She sits, alone
Cocooned each day by her thoughts
Happy Birthday to you
The noises surrounding
her, ever loud din
and malodorous air fight for control
Happy Birthday to you
She sits, but won't wait
Mistress of her fate
Escape plan clutched in her fist
Happy Birthday to you
When the family arrive
(It's a very long drive)
She's off in a stupor...drunk
©cih17, 09.08.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.