This is a poem I wrote from the perspective of this old lady my mother, my sister, and I saw who was freezing cold, and stumbling around. She said she couldn't find her friend. It was freezing on this night, and we call the police. The lady didn't know how old she was. She had alzhiemers. Poor lady!
This one was written to my parents. If they knew about how many poems I had written about them, they'd be appalled. Right now they think tat all my poems were about boyfriends, well I am here to tell them that they are wrong.
