This
is my home where I wake and sleep
in gratitude for the man who takes care of me.
Gratitude for the first borne
for making me a mother.
then second and third
and their children.
These keep me disciplined
as much as possible.
In gratitude for those who remember
how I used to be.
At least I have a roof over my head
three meals a day and care.
I don't know how long I shall have them.
I've forgotten how to keep on top
of the essential needs
and so tired of listening
to squabbles from the radio
the television the gossip
and the warnings leaving me
to understand how we have not cared
for one another sufficiently.
There are caring people who offer
advice, mention their concerns
for the future of humanity
gates, locks and words
as if fear and panic
is merely looking
for the right words
to go away
empathy looking for certainty
inventing the next century.
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