She lays
In her bed staring.
She sees everything.
Today is the same
As the day before.
Change her diaper.
Roll to the left
And roll to the right.
Pillows adjusted, then readjusted
Please,
Stop pushing me around.
Bandages for the bedsores
That always happens
Please,
Make the pain stop.
The stroke has left her unable
To speak
But not unable
To feel.
Please,
No more oatmeal.
She is left inside
All unto herself
No way out
Of the silence