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
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!!!
The invisible spectera master of fatestealing vitalityweakness is the new state
clouds of gray creep inaltering a once comely face the mirror an enemyunrecognizable left in its place
the crafty meddler of the mindspoils often the richest chestscattering knowledge to the breezeputting memories to the test
The specter takes everythingfrailty and uncertainty remainbent, gaunt, colorless, shella shadow is cast over nothing
I revived this piece from one of the original poems I posted on this blog. I wrote this while working as a private duty nurse for a dear lady of 90. I loved the bits and pieces of the word that I got to see in spite of the Alzheimer’s. Alzheimer’s is devastating for the elderly and their families – one reason I cherish each moment I have with aging family members. Hug a family member today ~ just because…
This poem is selected to share with a wonderful and lively group of poets at Poet’s United. The Poetry Pantry give a weekly opportunity to share a poem you have written – join the fun!
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….
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…
“Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.”（Matt 25：1）Wise virgins can hear the Lord's voice, it's mainly because that wise virgins like the truth and seek the truth. They long for God's appearance. So they seek and investigate on the things about the Lord's return, and know how to distinguish the Lord's voice. Are you willing to be a wise virgin? Then hurry up to see whether the truth expressed by Almighty God is God's voice!