...free from Alzheimer’s.A Poem by HuwBetween four & eight years they reckon. Stages? about seven they say they talk of quality time Whilst I still remember I might remove my mattress and buy a coffin sleep in it every night so when I fail to wake just close the lid and lower me into that dark deep to sleep until the last day until I hear that final trump then head for home home at last and free from the confines of time and free from Alzheimer’s. © 2018 Huw |
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Added on August 21, 2018 Last Updated on August 21, 2018 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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