THE
VISIT


(A Pantoum)

© 1999 Anne Johnson
THE  VISIT

She's forgotten who I am,
convinced I'm her sister.
I play along recalling the old days,
Those times long before I was born.

Convinced I'm her sister
she strokes my face, calling me Maggie.
Those times long before I was born
become poignantly real to me.

She strokes my face, calling me Maggie
and begs for forgiveness. Her memories
become poignantly real to me.
She rattles on in her private time capsule

and begs for forgiveness, her memories
filled with anguish. I murmur reassuring words. 
She rattles on in her private time capsule
living each memory as if it were now.

Filled with anguish, I murmur reassuring words.
She clings to my hand, words garbled,
living each memory as if it were now. 
Old woman, cursed with confusion,

she clings to my hand, words garbled.
I play along recalling the old days.
Old woman, cursed with confusion,
she's forgotten who I am.


© 1996 Judy Anne 

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