Old Mary
eighty and five
goes walking
in the neighbourhood;
she comes back home
with the mail
she's collected from
every mail box
"I've brought in the mail, "
says Old Mary
eighty and five
"Nobody else in this house
ever does that!
Responsibility
is missing in this house!
I'm always the one
to collect the mail! "
"But Grandma! " says little Sue
"that's mail from
our neighbourhood! "
"There's another thing
missing in this house, "
sneers Old Mary
"That's gratitude! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the beginning of dementia..Old Mary of Eighty and five still has to go a long away, as she can still remember the meaning for gratitude...Geriatric care is getting tougher and tougher nowadays..