Visiting Nellie (aros 14)

Eyes closed, she works her gums. Clasped hands busy stroking fingers that no longer straighten. Pearls caught up on the collar of her blouse clash with the bling broach fastened to cardigan caught up on the wrong button. Hair cut short for convenience not style. I push aside the walking frame and reach to stroke her hand. Half seeing eyes ping open. 'Oh, hello love.' Teeth go in. The room lights up with her smile.