This was written for a different challenge. Not, this time, a poetry challenge as such, but a general writing prompt for Someone I Knew.
Someone I Knew
I don't get out much now – in fact, I don't get out at all, except for in the garden, with a frame in case I fall. The meals here could be better. Food don't taste the same at all. But sometimes I get choc'lates when outsiders come to call. A lovely lass came yesterday. I don't recall her name. Oh, here it is – she wrote it down – it looks like Sarah-Jane. Now what a strange coincidence; my daughter's is the same. We thought, that way she'd have a choice. But she said both were lame. And now this nice man's here and rabbiting away full-flow. Calls me Ma instead of Margaret as he paces to and fro. He didn't say what his name was and I'm sure I don't know, but he brings to mind a boy I once knew many moons ago.