Gazing through the window
She sees only the bygone days
Time does not tick for her
The needles crawled and dragged themselves
To stop one day,
Frozen and numb
She travels back and forth
Amid those black and white scenes
Refusing to live in the present
Unworried about the future.
Her children and grand children stopped to grow;
Their youth captured in eternity.
Her imagination feeds them, plays with them
And waits for their arrival from school.
Time does not decide her journey
Nor her age
And, the link is lost forever.
There are only yesterdays
Today never exists
And tomorrow shall never come…
2 comments:
I dedicate this piece of writing to Ms. Asha Nair, my husband's grand mother. She had amnesia and passed away a year and a half ago.
An appropriate medical term will be, I think Alzheimer's disease...
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