By Phil Town
The nurse left and I was alone with her. She looked at me but did she recognise me, really? Funny – I hardly recognised her, once vital but bedbound now, her hands resting on the counterpane. She raised one and waved it indistinctly in front of her mouth. I approached. She fumbled her teeth out and I took them to the bathroom. I brushed them under the tap and rinsed them. It wasn’t pleasant, this daily task, but for her years of sacrifice, it was the least I could do.