Small But Extremely Dangerous Poem by Patricia Kelley

Small But Extremely Dangerous



I walked in the busy dining room to visit her.
She first looked at me with her old big blue cataract eyes.
Rolled her eyes,
She didn't look very wise.
She was sitting there poking at her food.
I understood.
It didn't look all that good.
Then suddenly,
Unexpectedly,
I became her target.
She took her fork trying to stab me.
Not once, not twice, but three times.
She looked very small, but extremely, dangerous.
The nurse came running.
Saying,
Stating,
She doesn't care for visitors.
She's probably afraid that you're going to force feed her.
She has Dementia.
She was small, but extremely dangerous.

Then, she grunted pointing to her ears.
Saying she couldn't hear.
I thought it was a trick.
She was pretty slick.
I thought I'd better get out of there, pretty quick.
She was small, but extremely dangerous.

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This is about a hospice patient.
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