For some reason people
with Alzheimers tend to remember there younger years.
One night Mrs. Toussaint insisted that she had chicken's under
her bed.
So she would shut up. I went right to that door and
shoed thoughs chicken right out that house
Mrs. Toussaint thanked me and shortly fell asleep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem