I submitted a poem some time ago for an anthology of poetry entitled Making Memories. The Community Arts Partnership is a great organisation for promoting the arts. They recently published the anthology including this poem of mine called No Checklists.

It was inspired by my Aunt and Uncle, and I hope that no offence is given by relating their experiences.

No Checklists

At the community hospital a woman sat beside the bed

With a checklist for the echo of a man born out of a coma

“What is my name?” she asked her husband stoically

Even though she knew it wasn’t really him.

Propped up in bed, barely able to hold a spoon

He would have told her not to be so daft

His life story no mystery, no facts to be fed

No checklists, no prompting, no daily repetition.

But duty made her go through the drill for form’s sake

With too little time to record the decades of a marriage

And a past they could no longer share


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