41. The Grandfather Clock
In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,
sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain,
keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.
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Featured Shared Story
We're all clocks just trying to keep up with time, knowing full that in the end, time will win.
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42. Keepsake
One day my dad was hunting, from his favorite hunting stand;
'Twas a giant Oak with perfect limbs, under which two deer trails ran.
Now this favorite spot of Daddy's was as unique as it could be,
'cause a lightning bolt had burned a giant hole down through that tree.Featured Shared StoryMy aging husband, who just turned 70 in October, still takes his grandsons out bowing and hunting ever year. He helps build the tree stands and everything, teaching them the way of the...
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43. Daddy, I Remember
Daddy I remember, before you fell ill,
the spark in your eyes, the laughter, the thrill.
Daddy, I long for that day, when that spark comes back. -
44. I'm A Person Too
Here I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.
A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.
What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.Featured Shared StoryI too worked as a CNA for 15 plus years and then I choose to do private home health care. I always respected my residents and my private clients and demanded that everyone else did. They each...
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45. Living With Dementia
She's trapped inside the prison walls
That used to be her mind.
The woman that she used to be,
Has long been left behind.Featured Shared StoryWould love to read some of your experiences. I am currently caring for and have two care givers looking after my 80 year old mother.
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46. The Forgotten Mother
A gray old woman sits all alone,
Unloved, uncherished, and unknown.
Sitting beside her broken door,
Dreaming of days passed long ago,Featured Shared StoryIn March 2022, I was diagnosed with Renal cancer. I'm doing fine following up with my CTs. My kids' dad was diagnosed with hepatic cancer, lung, the works, and passed away in March. My (our)...
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47. The Red Line
He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
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