This Older Man

By Richard L. Provencher

Sun, 17 Mar 2019
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sought comfort in those

evening colours. Like

a bowl  of mom’s porridge

the sky rippled across his view

saluting the end of

another worthwhile day.

 

Through the dusty

window images seem

to echo as pages

from a photo album:

 

saw four children growing

as corn shoots

racing to full height

his wife laughing

by his side. Memories

flooding and now the

clouds scrambling – their

momentum

bringing him back

to this Nursing Home.

 

 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

That's a lovely picture of memories.

I have a mother-in-law in a nursing home who is troubled a lot by troubled dreams, which seem to have their roots in a life of fears and worries and anger that she suppressed and now has partially sorted out, and I  keep urging her to really let go of it all and rest in a real trust and peace in God who will care, and fully understands. She has always said she trusts, but only seems to be beginning to sense the reality of it  Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

Hello R, what a lovely, kind and uplifting comment. Good to hear your loved one is beginning to feel the wonder and escape into life in spite of the beasties. Jesus is always beside us and "Fear Not" is a motto for us to grasp. I will write a poem for her -- what is her first name? 

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. her name is Eleanor. Communication is getting difficult, she is 99 and a half, and can hear little, but loves to read notes in large print with her one partially seeing eye! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. her name is Eleanor. Communication is getting difficult, she is 99 and a half, and can hear little, but loves to read notes in large print with her one partially seeing eye! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on

A Poem for Eleanor

 

She’s a precious lady

this dear one with

many nursing home friends  

who love her. Their  

chats joining laughter

in a gallop along the hallways.

Pals with family memories

such as a child in need of shoes.

 

Momma always said Jesus

would look after you if ever lonely.

Well now she is -- and fearful.

So was Jesus in Gethsemane

the garden where he prayed

as His apostles slept—

And Jesus still loved them

the same as He loves you too.

 

(c) 2019 Richard L. Provencher

Richard L. Provencher

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