Outside My Father's Room
By: Peggy Gerber

Her blood curdling screams, raw
and mournful like a wolf howling in the night,
reverberate throughout the hallways,
bouncing off the walls like a ping pong ball
and blasting into my exhausted father's room.

Strapped in her wheelchair, trapped in her dementia,
she moans non-stop,"Help me! Help me. I am so hungry."
Her daughter caresses her papery thin, translucent skin,
"Mom, you just ate, but I'll bring you a cookie."

A five minute respite for the patients on the second floor.

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