She lost her friend of over thirty years
because of my madness,
and did not tell me.
Should her desire to spare me pain
spare me guilt?
I should be doing more
when all I do is hear her,
a saint with diabetes,
cooking and cleaning,
healing with artichokes and bleach.
Only blinks interrupt
wrinkled eyes reflecting my awe.
(Caroline Am Bergris is from London and uses her experiences with both physical and mental disabilities when writing.)
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