John's poem

It was quite a conversation she was having with her cat,

Her beaming smile infectious it was on her bed she sat

The purring of the kitten filled the lady’s heart with joy

An intermittent "meow" was heard a friendship to enjoy

The whitest cat with tabby spots the softest feline fur

The lady drawing comfort from the mesmerising purr

The loving way she stroked her pet the gentleness displayed

I felt I was intruding every second that I stayed

I was in her bedroom as she does rely on care

Dementia infiltrating what was once a mind with flair

I helped her to retire to bed, and the cat, with whom she’s smitten,

And it’s almost time that we replaced the batteries, in that kitten.

 

John Sullivan. Feb. 2013.