Wednesday, 21 September 2011

My Mothers Room

This is a poem written By James Wesley Mcgee who Lives in North Carolina U.S.A he is married to Jenny and has two daughters. He wrote this especially for Alzheimers Month.

My Mothers Room
Vincent van Gogh 1888

A warm house, now cold
Where memories ran, like
Free and wild
Entrance to a tomb.
My mother’s room, a
sterile coffin,
Every moment, now
Washed away,
Where she lies breathing
but lives
No more.

Wes McGee, 2011

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