Batia's Poem

This poem was written many, many years ago, long before the onset of her dementia, by Batia who is one of Gregory's table mates. Batia and her daughters have become part of my Lieberman Family.

Batia’s Poem

Now that I have sprained my ankle

I’m force to review where I’m going.

So when I go blind

I’ll see my heart.

Then I’ll go deaf

to hear my soul.

Turn dumb

To state the truth.

That leaves madness

To contemplate reality.

Dramatic measures to face the world.