A Rose in Blossom 2
By Richard L. Provencher
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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.
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Yes I agree
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
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Thank you for sharing this
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.
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