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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459639" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dementia remembered</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before dementia, with its cruel mercy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">freed her from those golden bonds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of obligations and relationships</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(the chilling question, and so carefully expressed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">during the morning wash and powdering, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘are we… related…?) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she’d carefully destroyed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">all the photos of her family; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">while leaving all her husband’s…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what did that mean, to that so loving daughter…? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What shames can those who love, so cherish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as some further goad? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she forgot, now that she slept downstairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the photo of the grandfather whom I never met</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(he died too early, of dread ‘cotton lung’): </div><div style="margin:10px 0">flat, at the bottom of her dressing-table drawer..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he in full Freemason’s aproned proud regalia</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of Hope Lodge nearby Hope Street; nearby hope…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now, he, on the wardrobe top</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I flat on the bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">gaze at each other in unshaped relationship</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with our two views of her; so totally at odds; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">except, except, for love; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she, immortal like that holy Maid herself, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">girl-mother in our shared sweet thoughts; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">out of mind but never out of mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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freed her from those golden bonds

of obligations and relationships

 

(the chilling question, and so carefully expressed

during the morning wash and powdering, 

‘are we… related…?) 

 

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