Poem: Minor Delusions
March 26, 2009 by John Hewitt
Minor Delusions
At some point
My mother started to confuse
The hospital with home
Thinking the view from the window
Was the backyard
And not the parking lot
I would gently remind her
That we were in the hospital
And the nurses were not in the next room
But patrolling an overcrowded hall
Which is why they took so long
To respond to her pressing
The button
Sometimes the Xanax
And other drugs fogged her mind
And she would forget who people were
But only in conversation
Not in person
She always knew who I was
And that was somewhat comforting
– J.C. Hewitt
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Just wanted to thank you for sharing these, John. They are deeply moving, and we are honored that you share them with us.
Yes to what Stacey says. I am reading for the brilliant poetry, and also for the moving story you are telling. By now you’ve got me praying for a good outcome!
Great job, great structure and flow to this poem. I love the topic and the way you wrote about it. Actually, I have a poem which covers a similiar topic, and I believe you did a much better job. Thanks for sharing!
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