Wright Brother Memorial
I stood on the edge of the universe
stars within my grasp
reach for them I did
I never thought to ask
nudging my fingertips
a velvety lamb’s ear
in an old forgotten grotto
nature knows she is here
In the expanse of a gallery
the paint is still fresh
though the paintings are old
where I had my first test
hand-picked stone lined path
each flower has a name
crunch of gravel so familiar
tho I am no longer the same
This place harkens to her footsteps
welcomes me anew
tho time has passed
memories like morning dew
I was taught from before I was able to talk the value of the elderly, the importance of honor, and the lessons I could learn if I listened closely. I am sad for a generation that places so little value for those past a certain age. Because of this attitude, there are lessons unlearned/ history unheard.
There is more reality than metaphor in this poem and a gratitude beyond expression that I hold for those who taught me to reach for the stars.
I’m also sharing a link to rewrite of a fictionalized story of an elderly patient – here
The prompt from Poets United Midweek Motif – “Choose an Elder to honor in a poem…”
Sitting in a chair
watching the door for days
turkey smells are old
something in her memory plays
closets all are opened
every ornament has a place
this big house is empty
ghosts in too many a space
Sitting in a chair
she ticks the number of gifts
her grandchildren are grown
more often she forgets
eggnog fills the frig
the doctor doesn’t need to know
one person who likes fruitcake
welcomes flurries of snow
Sitting in a chair
my children come over to bake
bringing Christmas cheer
tho family will arrive very late
no matter how much money he left
he couldn’t promise her a wreath
their children have their lives
big house brings lonely grief
on Christmas Eve we hope
the family will arrive
we done our best with festive
and their mother’s still alive
I spent so many years carrying for the elderly and one thing is consistent: they wait looking at the door like a forlorn dog. Some family shows up (eventually) others send a card or plant in their stead. There are edges to Christmas that are sad and lonely. If you have the ability to spill a little light into another’s holiday – Please Do!!!
Beneath the Tree #2
Beneath the Tree #1
“Hello, Hello in there?
My friend Eddie said he got a new head of hair here.
I can live without hair, I have a hat. The thing is well things haven’t been working that well since Maude died.
Sure they have implants and pills, but what you offer is kinda like a second-hand version of the fountain of youth.
I can pay the price.
I know the drill: Dance with the pretty girl, light the candles, ring the bell, take a swig of this 100 year old stuff… Uggh
Just so you know I checked the calendar – it’s not April 1st!”
Today the Fictioneers are going on a romp to a thrift store led by Rochelle. I’m sure we will find all sorts of goodies.
There they were peeking out from under the green foliage
red against the green so distinct
a little worn but they reminded me of my youth ( laying things here and there)
then your smile joined mine for a moment
your white hair and wrinkles were no disguise for the young heart hidden in the garden
Once again ~ Flash Fiction in 55 words – always a challenge no kinder host will you find in G-Man!
For those of you who regularly visit my site please forgive me for being remiss on my blogsite. I am the throws of publishing and along with that am part of the Kindle Book Review team oh and am gathering speed for my thesis so I am swamped to say the least….
Thanks to Rachel Cowen for the photo of the Red Slippers http://www.flickr.com/photos/curlsdiva/6115881833/
We had been listening to oldies on our favorite radio station
I caught the glisten in his eyes and heard “I love you honey thanks…”
A long time ago I had almost left
He’d begged for another chance
he stopped drinking and became a totally different man
Earlier this week in the news: An elderly couple died in a final embrace this week after they had been in a fatal car accident.
Thanks to G-Man for the weekly challenge to write a story in 55 words.
they felt the impact but didnt see it
She all alone
I empty hands
Other end of a phone
Fear a lonely end
Some strive to help
Mission to defend
you cannot take
What little they possess
Food on odd days
Paying bills is distress
then it happened
I was on the line
Facing her struggles
Will you live will you die?
This week we happened to be on the phone with a client as she was having a heart attack; though she had a medical emergency necklace she didn’t know what to do. Our elderly are so frail and need our support – now they fear losing social security. In one fell swoop, we could create a nation wide heart attacks…