Sunday, September 11, 2011

So There

I entered, crying;
 I shall go out rejoicing.

 I embraced the first seasons of my life silently;
one day I shall never stop talking.

I will talk and tell stories and prattle and ask and
 no one will quiet me -

 Not the orderlies or the nurses
or the other Alzheimer’s patients,

 not even the grouchy old lady sharing my room.