A year of my life in Rhyme:
Grandma has dementia.
Mother and I moved up here to assist.
Now I'm not doing very good,
So I set down one day to write this:
A thousand words everyday,
Let come what may.
This isn't silence. It's what I need to say.
I went a little mad from all the stress,
And this book is really bad,
But I need to deal with certain regrets:
Of fear, hatred, and silence.