Ivy broke her hip <br />She's home now. <br />'Carers' call, <br />make sure she's <br />taking the pills, <br />but loss of freedom, <br />what a bitter pill <br />that cannot be swallowed <br />even after the fall... <br /> <br />The room a time warp <br />of 60's memorabilia; <br />they don't make wallpaper <br />like that now. <br />Pictures of elderly <br />smiling faces <br />where are they now? <br />Do they know they are needed <br />or are they all too distant <br />to hear? <br /> <br />Daniel's picture <br />is on the mantle <br />(she hardly knows him) . <br />Just grandma's neighbour? <br />His playful two year old smile <br />brighter than <br />the energy saving light bulb <br />hanging over us. <br /> <br />Come again she says <br />Daniel hides in mums skirts <br />and mums eyes <br />dampen with regret; <br />a sense of dereliction <br />and only dim hopes <br />of the future.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ivy-4/
