SUMMER 2010

Up a Tree

Mary Mills
Mickleton MM

I am up a tree;
My days are always bad;
Everyone I love has left me.

My husband, who is he?
Why am I always sad?
I am up a tree.

I’m always trapped, never free,
Have I really gone mad?
Everyone I love has left me.

I have Alzheimer’s, you see.
Have you seen my dad?
I am up a tree.

Nameless up there with me,
Memories that made me glad.
Everyone I love has left me.

Where’s my family?
Friends I once had?
I am up a tree.
Everyone I love has left me.

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