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There are some poems that just grab you. Poems that have a magic of their own leaving you uncertain whether you really understood their true meaning. My mother died in Bantry Hospital two years, she was 94 and had been suffering from Alzheimer's disease. This week's poem by Brandon L.Brown of Defiance, Ohio caught my attention.
Brandon works as a nurse and loves writing. He lives with his wife Kristi and daughter, Madison. We would love to see a lot more of Brandon's poetry.
My sincere thanks to Margery Snyder of About.com:Poetry for all her help. If you haven't done so already, it's a web site well worth a visit.
The Woman In Room 808
"She didn't always look this way,"
pulling a comb through her mother's matted hair.
"Just last week she was fine, she was okay,"
she said while the woman in bed rattled away
about Sammy, her cat, and the snakes on the floor.
"She didn't always look this way,"
she said again, the light of day
making paste of the face I saw taped to the door.
"Just last week she was fine, she was okay.
See that picture on the door? See the way
She smiles? Daddy put that rose in her hair...
she didn't always look this way.
Mama, dear, you need help with your tray,
Mama don't, you're getting food everywhere.
Just last week she was fine, she was okay,"
she said while the woman in bed played
in her carrots and pears.
"She didn't always look this way.
Just last week she was fine, she was okay."
© © B. Lee Brown
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