Etty and Darkness.

A woman with dementia and life.

Nothing was real

or seemed unreal.

She dragged the white

blanket over

her thin shoulder

to keep out cold,

hiding her head,

hearing voices,

passing footsteps,

keeping light out

preferring dark

and hidden warmth.

Who once kissed her?

were there others?

Time seemed other

long while ago.

Did she marry?

what happened then?

Did she have kids?

where were they now?

Why the questions? 

and who asks now?

She shuts her eyes

fingers darkness,

feels the black cloth

that once was night,

shutting out light.