1. She Tried To Fit In
To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippers
Aging is a natural process of life. It begins the moment we are born. Strangely enough, most of us live under the illusion that we and our loved ones will never become old. When old age arrives, we are often unprepared. The natural order becomes reversed. The young help to care for the old. Those who need to be taken care of for the first time have a hard time accepting that they need help. This condition is a product of our culture that does everything it can to conceal the loss of youth. Confronting this reality is the beginning of a healthy relationship to life, aging and death.
To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippers
Oh Pat,
I sometimes think if it wasn't for people like you I might just give up writing poetry. I get so low when my poems don't receive any votes. In fact I tried to get one deleted,...
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He moved with deliberate motion
Each step a painful chore
His body bent and crippled
To the depths of his human core.
Hello Ann,
Thank you again for your kind and encouraging words. I dedicated this poem to my dearest father who passed away at the age of 98. You are NOT elderly! Best wishes from across...
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I wake up each day
On this journey of mine,
Grabbing each moment
Of my limited time.
Miss Fleming: I was looking at a poem I wrote, SWEET THINGS FOR YOUR EAR, and I saw you left me a wonderful review. We seem to have the same outlook on life. I look back on my life a lot. I...
It could not be me he's thinking of
When he looks up at the soft moonlight.
And it can't be me that he's dreaming of
When he falls asleep at night.
Another brilliant poem - I love the way you write - keep them coming, please.
Very best wishes, Ann
I stand before the mirror
A stranger stares at me
I've been replaced by someone else
They're standing where I used to be.
Early morning sun
Dull light through the window
A shadow crosses her face
I catch a glimpse
Having lost my husband almost exactly a year ago, I was incredibly touched by this poem. Especially as we too were married for well over 50 years. I look at photos on my photo frame all the...
Do you feel the pain I feel when I leave you in this place ?
the heartache and the grief are etched in the lines upon your face
I truly hate to leave you...but you know the time has come
and you'll be so well cared for..in this lovely nursing home
We're getting older now our time is coming to an end
I just need to know if you'd pick me again
There's Reincarnation I've heard that it's true
When I get back here I'll start looking for you
I know we're old now and our bodies don't work as they should.
But if I could dance with you once more I surely would.
To dance as we did without a care.
We gather here once more
To remember a younger day,
When life was mostly before us
And the future a game to play.
Mama with her babies in her rocking chair, she sings
The soothing sound of lullabies,
Her voice so sweetly rings.
Singing in her rocking chair,
I know that nothing ever lasts,
and my memories, they're fading fast,
but I have my photographs,
and I know we used to laugh.
Famous Poem
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
in summers that have been;
Famous Poem
They have spent their
content of simpering,
holding their lips this
and that way, winding
You find you're getting hairier though not atop your head.
You somehow sustain injuries while sleeping in your bed.
Your arm is not quite long enough to make the fine print clear.
You walk into a room then think - Now why'd I come in here?
Famous Poem
Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Pretty little high heels,
How you look so grand.
I can remember when I wore you
And I could proudly stand.
Those things that meant the most to me
Are no longer in my life.
And those people most important
Have vanished now from sight.
I just love your poems - keep writing. You inspire me to keep writing myself.
I look in the mirror and see
A stranger looking back at me.
Who's that person standing there
With wrinkled skin and such gray hair?
Restful sleep has proved elusive.
Lack of it is not conducive
To my overall wellbeing,
As I stare up at the ceiling.