Winter can do that – mix up our days and nights
Even when living alone in a community …
Time for breakfast, forgetting just hours ago
That companionship was shared at the dinner table.
All dressed up waiting for the shuttle – almost ninety
The security guard reminds the elder resident
Not once but twice that there will be no rides at this
Evening hour…
Aging can do that – mixing up our memories
Entering the more comfortable ones from the past
Into the future so one can hear the voices of those
That have been loved bringing them closer.
All dressed up, bag with medications, oxygen tank
Almost ninety…slowly letting go, depending on
Our children as once they depended on us at this
Evening hour…
(c) JP/davh
makes me think of my grandpa who’s recently had to go into a care home…
I like the tenderness of this.
Nice comparrison – the winter of our life. Great poem Jules.
This is beautiful and well said. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Carpe Diem!