Kate Davy –
Missing Pieces
I see in the corner of a white-washed room
My dying grandmother, those worn out
Elderly patients, hunched in their seats, waiting tolerantly
For God’s gentle hand;
And I find her
Drifting in and out
A pale ghost
Haunting
Black corridors,
Unsure
Of where she is;
Her mind, a feverish maze tricking her
At each turn,
A champion playing an unfair game of chess,
A gambler leaving her bereft;
Dementia is the world’s worst enemy –
A soulless fiend, unconquered;
And yet we continue to fight against it with our useless armoury, search
Until the missing pieces are found.