The curtains are drawn away
Sun falls into his eyes,
But he decides to sleep some more.
Amnesia makes days hard to come by.
After a while, the persistent sunlight wins
And forces him to wake up.
On table wait his seeing glasses,
Some hot tea in a cup.
Each morning he takes time
To recognise his own room
It was rebuilt a few months back
But his memories suffer a doom.
He works his body awkwardly
To follow up with his brain
Keeps his wrinkled feet on the ground
And extends a shaky hand.
He puts his seeing glasses on,
Takes a loud sip of the ginger tea.
He likes it just the way it is
That, he remembers involuntarily.
Although he can’t recall how old he has turned
Or what day today is.
Tears begin to build in his eyes for
His memory plays in parts and pieces.
Then someone talks to him from behind
A voice of an old woman.
He turns back and smiles with relief,
This one, he does remember!