Stars Still Shine Brightly

By Richard L. Provencher

Fri, 19 Jan 2018
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Stars Still Shine Brightly

 

I am an older

man from across the way

who sees out his nursing home 

window each day.

 

Some hurry to cars idling

with dollars

paid by a made-it-rich uncle 

with money to burn.

 

I can see teens

turning down rides

from parents who care.

No need to be babied yet

forgot gloves and hat

it’s freezing from winter’s wrath.  

 

Time to rest or snooze. Breakfast

done and lunch too soon. Time

is full of memories

in the life of an older man.

A baby to youth -- then

husband to father – it’s daddy

from his little ones.

 

The roles are now complete.

Sleep older man in a nursing home

bed -- sleep. A little boy

to father memories.

Now daddy – time to go sleep.   

 

 (c) 2018 Richard L. Provencher

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

memory is a lullaby. 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

thank you celticman. Memories are like droplets of rain. They surround us and some make more of an impact, especially when one splat smacks you on the eyeball. 

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Interesting musings/observations through the window. Especially of the teens wanting to be grown up and go independently, but forgetting their gloves. Very realisitic of those mixed-up years! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you Rhiannon for your "interesting" comment. Writing from the perspective of a 75 year young person is a challenge with these older eyes and heart.. Really pleased you and other fine writing artists continue to read my story-poems.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by PoppyS on

Sometimes it all seems like yesterday, then sadly, reality kicks in.
Love the storyteller in your words.

Pops ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you, PoppyS for your kind comment. Your poems have a nice meandering trail where each aspect of adventure is carefully nurtured because the trail must be marked, it is very special to you, and you must return; often..  

Richard L. Provencher