In Training

[Keith]

I can see now,
I know what’s happening.

Always fed on time, soft foods,
patronising smiles, I can’t speak,
no teeth, my face distorts,
I’m shrinking, growing small,
bed time is seven, sleepy or not,
foetal position, bed wetting,
underwear swapped for nappies,
my clothes won’t fit anymore,
pushed round in a chair, strapped in
spoon fed, chin wiped with a bib
milk cups have lids and easy grips
lowered into shallow tepid baths
soap gets in my eyes, I cry
put me in a rocker, stick on a dvd
I have no possessions, or money
lack of movement, gives me wind
Zimmer frame my walker
I sleep most of the day
someone reads me a story,
my memory has almost gone,
I guess I’m just about ready.

To be Re-born