Dementia Unit.
M Michael Walker
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On one of my visits to the hospital
with locked iron-grille gates,
I walked upstairs to the balcony,
with tables and chairs, to the lounge,
where men and women patients,
sat in armchairs watching television,
saying little to one another, taciturn.
You could stroll around the grounds
with the patient you came to see.
His mind is lost, so is his memory.
I walked and talked with a young man
about nearby houses with tiled roofs
of different colours; he liked off-white,
cream, anything but brown, like me.
The young man talked of tablets
he would not take, neither would I.
We parted almost like friends.
'How did my brother end up here', I wondered.
'There but for the grace of God go you or I'.
-2/3 April,2018.
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