White-yellow bony face
empty eyes unfocussed into distance
robot-like jumping limbs
long soundless minutes.
Then words run out,
strange, foreign-sounding syllables
without sense or understanding.
Some frothy milk spills splashing.
A grin, the eyes focuss fierce:
my name! He recognizes me.
I try to tell something but
he is gone again, away in his
absent world where I am not invited.
I stroke his cheek,
the eyes do not come back.
He needs to sleep, says the nurse
and wheels him away.
He does not look back
I am forgotten.
Let's clean the milk mess.
Marjon van Bruggen
October 2017
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Author Notes
In order for him to keep drinking, a little tube was placed alongside his esophagus. Therefore, he had to stay a few days in Hospital. Out of his known environment, his mental situation worsened considerably. I was glad when I could bring him home again.
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