My Mother...Victimized With Dementia - Poem by John Tansey
I have not seen her in years;
And, yet, I feel closer to her now
than, ever before.
We share the same Oceanic loneliness;
The uncharted isle of mental illness:
The hooves of horses beating in the brain...
Yet, in between
her days of missed dosages and receding pain,
are the occasional dreams,
laughs, and brief moments of sanity
between the insane!
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