She thought it rained again today
But the rain was in her mind
The frailty that now struck her down
Was so brutally unkind.
There were some times when it felt so bad
And others when it all came back
But just for a fleeting moment
As if she was peering through a crack.
Her senses were leaving her slowly
Her eyesight was failing her now
And when she needed the lavatory
Well, the bag on her wheelchair was how.
She remembers she thinks she’s a burden
Or is her memory playing tricks on her too
She just wishes that it would all go away
Or does she, she’s forgotten that too.
©Joe Wilson – She Thought It Rained Today 2014