The VisitorA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe drove on up to the Nursing Home For the first time in a year, He needed to get some papers signed So he sought his mother there, The matron pointed him to her room With a wave of a careless hand, But sitting next to his mother’s bed Was the figure of a man. ‘So what the hell is he doing here?’ Said the son, in a burst of rage, ‘He has no right to be visiting, To be here, at any stage, They’ve been divorced for eleven years And I thought he’d gone for good, He’ll just reduce my mother to tears, You should ban him, yes, you should.’ The matron halted outside the door And she went to hold him back, She said, ‘Oh yes, I know you now, You’re the son they all call Jack. She probably doesn’t remember you, But you see, he comes each noon, He sits and chats, and he holds her hand And he feeds her with a spoon.’ ‘Her mind has wandered away, you see,’ Said the matron, with a smile, ‘She’s somewhere back where she used to be, But you, it has been a while. There’s not the staff to attend to her, If I institute your ban, You’ll come each day, and you’ll fend for her?’ He said, ‘I don’t think I can.’ He watched them both from outside the door And he saw his mother smile, The man he’d known as a stepfather Was as gentle as a child, He stood outside and he caught her eye But she gave no sign she knew, He bowed his head and the matron said, ‘I would call that love, would you?’ He put the papers away, he knew That she wasn’t fit to sign, Then turned to go as he said, ‘You know, I’ll come at a better time.’ The matron ushered him to the door And she said, ‘We’ll see you, Jack,’ But deep inside was a truth that cried He’d never be coming back. David Lewis Paget
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