About 10 years ago I participated in the local "Adopt a Grandparent Day" down at a local Old Folks home. And this is the story of Rose, my adopted grandparent and what her eyes seemed to be saying to the world.
Though Rose has since passed away I think she would be proud to know what a great inspiration knowing her had on my career as a full time writer of Poetry & Prose.
This poem originally was published in Poems on Life
Nursing Home Eyes
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Look into my window, Observe synthetic flowers Swaying to a ceiling fan breeze, And a wallflower, wheelchair- bound at that. For hours I look out I see concrete, undernourished shrubs, Cars and bikes rush by And they keep me company. Faded draperies Speak for years that have fallen behind me. Suddenly a slave to nostalgia And withered memories. Do you see the photographs on my vanity? Notice how they stare back at me With abstract smiles for the elderly. I know they are too busy. Everyone has his own life to live. I understand! Hey . . . would you look into my world? Share a thought? I know you have no time to visit. Yes I am still here, Alone, but alive. |
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