Mrs Alzheimer Poem by Arjun L. Sen

She calls me in the cold dark morning
From five thousand miles away
I hear the mobile chirrup and my heart
Knots with the familiar slight dread
I hear her voice harsh as a crow's foot
Scraping a dead branch in winter snow
'Get me out of here! ' she cries
'Get me out now or I will be dead soon!
They have kidnapped me! '
I can see her rolling eyes
And her mouth twisted in an old face
But I cannot help; the time is long gone.