Infirmity also isolates

Sadly even after Covid some people will be isolated

Infirmity also isolates

Well they’ve washed me and they’ve dressed me, put me back to bed
Have a nap, we will return, to serve up lunch they said
When they leave I start to think ‘bout when I had a life
You see, I have been a daughter, a mother and a wife

The carers and the family, don’t really want to know
They tap my arm quite gently, say you’ve already told me so
Shall I make a sandwich, do you want to watch T.V.
They think I don’t realise, means you are boring me.

I summon up my energy, I do still have the knack
To have a mooch, n’ be between, the sheets when they come back
So I get my wheelie frame and trundle to the shelf
Feeling very pleased that I’ve got there by myself

Survey my collection, think it never has looked fine-a
There’s me crystal and me Wedgewood and a jug made out in China
I collected these little nicknacks from holidays long ago
Each  time that I look at them, it brings back memories so,

I recall  those the kiddies made when the were still at school
Could never bare to throw them out, I couldn’t be that cruel
But at the back sits a circle, totally free of dust
I can’t recall just what it was, I really am nonplused

So I’ll stagger back to bed, struggle to lie down
Glad to return and happy, a smile replacing frown
I’ve something else to think about, I’m sick of garden view
I’ll trawl my mind, seek what it was, I’m fed up of nowt to do

Glenys Halliday