I Don't Know

January 13, 2011
By Anonymous

I Don’t Know
The woman wraps her arms
Around my neck.
I don’t know her.

I sit and ponder the harms
That could happen upon the floor.
I don’t remember her.

She whispers something to me
As she begins to sob.
Her arms squeeze my neck.

I don’t know her!
Dementia fuels me
And I push her away.

The author's comments:
We had to write this in my Creative Writing class from the point of view of one of the people in a picture.

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on Jan. 23 2011 at 4:48 pm
alicen1ndrland GOLD, Bethesda, Maryland
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Favorite Quote:
“The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.”
~Oscar Wilde
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.
~William Butler Yeats

Nice poem! I'd love to see the picture after reading this. You have a link?


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