Twenty-One

Every day he would

call to see his wife,

the mother of his children

and with whom

he had spent his life.

He would sit at her bed

and talk softly to her

telling her how their

family and friends were.

She would stare at him

with a blank look

in her eyes

as if what she was

hearing was lies.

She did not recognise

her husband of sixty years

and as he spoke

he fought hard

to hold back his tears.

He would then feed

her ice-cream

as if she was a child

and on some occasions,

he would be

rewarded with a smile.

The woman he had

shared his life

with was gone

but when he

closed his eyes,

he could still see her

when she was twenty-one.

an elderly woman
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