Mrs Oliver Forgets
She lives in a different world,
her mind trapped in the bottle of the past.
Kind eyes focus upon familar faces,
but her present memories fade too fast.
Each fragile word that she whispers
speaks the language of yesterday.
Loving voices haunt her living hours,
trying to guide her back into today.
A loved one's tender touch is forgotten,
even before the human hand moves away.
She is locked within a whirlpool of time,
a breathing journal in life's unrehearsed play.
Her gentle eyes see the dead images,
spun by the threads of childhood's dream.
As Mrs. Oliver forgets life all around her,
she bathes herself within death's beckoning stream.
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