A Rose in Blossom 2

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 22 Dec 2018
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A whisper above her wheel chair  

creates its own world.

Later on she’ll remember

He was here an hour -- perhaps

a week ago -- Alzheimer’s

digging roots.

 

She’ll be gone soon

from the Nursing Home eyes

fixated on the overhead lighting

her green dress an impact

in the room. Wheel

chair at attention -- scratching

her leg routine.

 

Tummy seems full. Dinner

was peas – maybe some

chicken. Potatoes cut

into little hunks good too

she thinks and

bread then dessert. Ice cream had

a cherry on top. It

was red like the setting sun.

 

Tilts her head -- attentive

to One voice calling knowing

she’ll be going home soon.

 

 

 

 

Certificate PG
Poem
Words that Matter
Spiritual

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Submitted by Tom Brown on

Yes I agree it is a beautiful poem. It is sensitive and understanding you can see it is from the heart, and from experience. She is so frail, helpless but serene, peaceful. One must be a saint to care for the elderly.

Tom Brown

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Thank you so much, Tom. I have always had a large space in my heart for older folks. They too used to dance and shriek and tussle and run, run, run anywhere. Now at 76 years young, I am one of them. And when I look in the mirror I see me and the stories I wish to share.. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for sharing this poem Richard,

old age comes to us all and your poem struck me how well the very young get on with the old and how grandchildren can often be the best tonic...not that I have any grandchildren, but they seem to have a respect for the elderly, which is so nice to see. 

Although on saying that Alzheimer's is such a sad prospect to imagine and one I hope I never experience.

Take care Richard and keep writing.

Hope you and yours have a Merry Christmas. A peaceful, healthy New Year to you both.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

THANK YOU, JENNY. You are always so encouraging with your comments. Many years ago my one and only Mentor, Raymond Souster, a Toronto poet told me to write about everything around me. There is no shortage of subject material when you do so. I enjoy giving a voice for those who are viewed as inconspicious in our daily walk.   

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