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Caring
by Laura DoomWOULD YOU LIKE TO GO OUTSIDE? THE GARDEN LOOKS LOVELY JUST NOW.
PARDON?
I SAID: WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO PUSH YOU AROUND
THE GARDEN, DEAR?
I'M SORRY--I CAN'T HEAR YOU; I'M IN A WHEELCHAIR.
YES, I CAN SEE THAT, LOVEY. I'M NOT BLIND, YOU KNOW.
Of course--how stupid of me!
PERHAPS IF YOU TALK DOWN TO ME AT A HIGHER VOLUME, I'LL BE ABLE TO READ YOUR MIND.
04/27/2015 Posted on 04/27/2015
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 05/01/15 at 12:25 AM You captured this dialogue and the players perfectly, clearly. Lovely bit of theater. lk |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 06/14/15 at 07:49 PM I would watch this play of yours. I feel like I see this happen at least every other day. There's a blind thing in everyone, somewhere, trapped in the embrace of the caring, choking to death all too inefficiently on the day-drowned foliage. |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 08/10/15 at 06:44 AM Laura, my good friend whom I have never met. I work in a memory care community now.This poem I can relate to.
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