We were ushered into a small room.
There were boxes and boxes of puzzles
piled high in a corner. Dust has settled
over everything. I presumed there weren’t
many visitors. After an interminable time,
Mother came. She wore a long white
nightdress, she was heavily sedated,
her hair was beautifully combed. She
seemed confused, she didn’t recognize
us, she spoke no words. I guided her
to a chair, but she wouldn’t sit. Mother,
it is us. Please say something, I said
desperately. A ward orderly came. It
was time for Mother’s medications.
Come along, dearie, the man coaxed
gently, and Mother was shuffled away.