Mother

Old Woman is
waiting for a train,
that is running round
in her brain.
Sitting up in the bed
trying to figure out
what is in her head.
Whose this stranger
by her side?
Could she really
be his bride?
The thought of this
makes her smile.
For in her eyes
she is still a child.
What is keeping
her Mam and Dad?
Or is she really
going mad?
She catches a glimpse
of her former life.
Realises now,
I am your wife.