My Mother Welcomes me to the Care Home
Come and live,
we’ll find you a house,
you’ll have an old time
and be loved.
You can just sit there,
don’t lick a finger,
there’s ups and there’s dugs
but we’ve got to go nowhere.
They take us in so we can sing
while they cling around our feet,
chase us down the bend.
They just like it, I guess –
what would they do without us?
When can you move in?
I know a room
where I can sleep
and you can breathe;
come and live.
Mims Sully has been published in Prole, Popshot, Ink, Sweat and Tears and elsewhere. She is currently working on a pamphlet of poems about dementia inspired by her experience of caring for her mother. Twitter:@MimsSully. Instagram: @mimsie.sully