'Where am I? Confusion reigns
'Where are my clothes, I want to go home,'
'Your home is'nt there anymore Mum.'
'Your better off here, they are going to look after you.'
Offspring haggle and argue over once treasured possessions
'I want this', and, 'She promised this to me,' is heard
But she's not dead yet.
Black bags of unwanted clothes,
cardboard boxes full of a life, labelled and ready
The door closes, the house now empty and silent.
'I want to go home.' is heard again
'This is your home now Mum.' comes the reply
Confusion and fear in aged eyes now full with tears.
'Where am I?'
- 'Who are you ?'.