This poem was written by Angela McCloskey who is a resident at Ardlough Care Home in Londonderry.
The Lost Girl
She is hallucinated and deluded,
But she should not be excluded,
It is an affection of the mind,
Of which far too many are blind.
She shouts at someone no-one sees,
But to her they are as clear as the seas,
She knows no reason for the source,
But that’s the nature of the illness of course.
There will be many unhappy days,
But help is on its way,
Slowly, surely there will be,
A gradual return to reality.
May god bless her in his ways,
And ignore the things she says,
Please read this from one who knows,
As the seasons come and go.
Medical science is making advances,
As clear and sharp as lances,
In conditions such as hers,
And many others too in theirs.
May the Lord God above forgive her,
And afterwards long life may live her,
To go on to a better life,
After her long and terrible strife.
Date published: 15 September 2017