My Mother, She ...

“Do you see them - these human figures?”, she asks.

“No, I don’t see anything, anywhere!”, I tell her.

“But, My God! I can see and feel them both.”

“Woah! that’s an impossible oath!”

“They instruct, in fact, coerce me to do as they say,

And I can do little to prevent them anyway!”

 

“That can’t be, you can’t be controlled

By something that doesn’t exist!

C’mon, tell me, where do you see them?”

“Behind you, beside you, to your left, maybe right.”

“Wait, wait! you must be kiddin’, alright?”

“No, they walk and sing with me,

They eat and go to sleep with me!

They’re normal human beings like you and me.”

“Perhaps, they aren’t visible to all …”, I guess.

“No, they must surely be!”, she exclaims.

“They don’t exist, however, are visible to the ones

Who live away from the realities of life –

Who has difficulty in reflecting and perceiving?

They’re visible to the ones with schizophrenia”,

The Psychiatrist explains my mother’s condition …