She is better there, her daughter said,
& detailed the long misery, silence,
how she wouldn’t speak to Jack. Back
then they called it having her committed —
Nana Charlotte, put behind bars
for being depressed, for not speaking to Jack
the skirt chaser, Jack who tried to seduce
my mom while my father medicked in the war.
Soon she never moved or spoke at all,
slept most of the day medicated,
the official diagnosis catatonic.
They didn’t tell her when Jack died, Let’s not
upset her, the woman they called depressed.
Nana’s dead now, & I like to think she’s well.
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