Friday, April 23, 2010

Magpie Number Eleven



The Journey to Dinner

I watch them as their day comes to a close
The continuous shuffling of bodies and souls
Some of them walking unaided
Some of them walking assisted
Some of them being pushed in chairs
The familiar journey to a room
Most of them can't recall from day to day ~
I wonder, will he or she be there the next time I visit
 I've grown so fond of them all




42 comments:

  1. Beautiful and touching, Helen. You really have a talent for writing. I love this.

    I worked in a nursing home the summer after high school as a nurses aide. It was certainly a wake up call. And very painful when I walked into a room and the bed was stripped. All those that work at and visit these facilities are angels.

    Hope you have a lovely weekend, my friend!

    xoxo
    Jane

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  2. That poem brings back memories when my mom was in the nursing home - it's a hard thing to go through - but I'm glad you loved them all. sandie

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  3. Dear Helen: This is a very touching poem which explores how our taken for granted everyday tasks take on extreme importance when one ages. You should be commended for your many efforts helping seniors maintain their independence and dignity. Hurray for our health care workers! ps I love that shuffle! Very sad to think of the impermanance of it all. Wish we could live happily forever. I guess we are preparing for that graduation!

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  4. I worked several years as a nurse in a retirement community. Those were the best years of my career. Thank you for this.

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  5. We'll go through these events. We learn from each other.

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  6. my grandma passed away recently. she also suffered from memory loss. it was so sad to see her wither away ... not even knowing that she had her whole family around her. for her, she was surrounded by strangers :(

    ur poem brought a tear to my eyes...

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  7. What a sweet post Helen, I could understand your responsibility with your mom. It's really a difficult thing -all of it, god bless you for taking care of her.

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  8. My husband used to visit our local retirement home on Sunday afternoons and sing for the lovely people there. This brings back sweet memories.

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  9. Hi Helen.....
    Your poem is so beautiful!!! I'm sure it must have given you comfort to write your feelings, as you were going through this journey with your mother.
    Beautiful!!!!!
    Love,
    D

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  10. Beautiful and touching poem, Helen!

    My mother-in-law was in a nursing home for many years before she succumbed to Alzheimer disease. We visited almost every day and also got attached to many residents over the years.

    It was good to see how well they were treated and cared for. Some fear nursing homes but most do a wonderful job.

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  11. Neat poem Helen!
    I love your mosaic below too, it's just such gorgeous scenery! I really need to go to Oregon too!
    Cindy

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  12. THis was very beautifully done.

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  13. This was a little hard to read. I went out of town this week and so my daughter visited my mom in her assisted living home. Mom said, "Now whose daughter are you?" She knows she's losing it and is so vexed at herself.

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  14. Touching and tender and too soon it will be our turn-- to walk that walk.

    Joanny

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  15. That is a beautifully touching post.
    Hoping their will be kind people around if I have to walk that walk.

    Nuts in May

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  16. These places can be very inspirational if only we look.
    Lovely piece.
    Star

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  17. Unrelated to your post...
    Your words to me made me cry, thank you
    xx

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  18. Sad but true. Well done, Helen.

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  19. Your poem is so lovely and a sweet tribute to your Mother.
    I have walked down that road as well.

    hugs
    Sissie

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  20. Hi Helen! I've missed you! I guess I visited on just the right night! I love this poem you wrote...I too love the nursing homes, and learned to do so at a young age when my mother would take me as she taught them crafts. Then I was afraid of them at the tender age of 12, but she taught me a valuable lesson...to love the aged...and to glean the value they have in giving love and wisdom to others...and to just "Be" with them. You are a lovely individual Helen! May God continue to put wings to your dreams as you work with these lovelies on a daily basis. Take Care! ~CC Catherine

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  21. What a beautiful poem! This sharing of memorable moments seems to be a theme lately. I've got a similar post up but mine is about embarassing moments. I used to work in old folks homes and I really enjoyed it.

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  22. What a beautiful poem this was. I enjoyed reading this.

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  23. a brilliant magpie and wonderful poem. i love to watch people and when they disappear there is a void. nicely done!

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  24. Some lovely word pictures and just like older people..
    Christine

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  25. Some lovely word pictures and just like older people..
    Christine

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  26. Our lives touch so many other lives. We have so many stories told, and forgotten.

    Great piece!

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  27. I spent years working in such a facility, and you've captured it perfectly!

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  28. Hi Helen, this made me recall going to my Mom's nursing home..bittersweet memories.

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  29. I can feel your sentiment very clearly.. I know this place from when my Mom was there..thank you..

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  30. I like the use of the word 'familiarity' juxtaposed with the forgetfulness at the end of that shuffling walk...

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  31. Touching tribute to those who wait for the next phase and continue to please!

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  32. So very touching. I also worked in a nursing home and on night duty. Many folks go during the night. You do come to love them all. Great job.
    QMM

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  33. very touching, you brought warmth to an otherwise dismal situation.

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  34. Beautifully captured moment of reflection.

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  35. there by the grace of god...You captured a moment that terrifies and paralyzes whether it be contemplating our own fate or watching as a loved moves through their day---you captured this moment with compassion and a reminder to us alll to feel and relish each moment--beautiful post!

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  36. I wish every senior had someone like you to befriend them. How nice you are. Wonderful poem. It makes me see the world as a kinder place today.

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  37. Nice poem. Hardest part of my living in a retirement home, too soon my new friends are gone. Time here is more precious than gold. A lesson we should all learn sooner.

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  38. - it's a hard thing to go through - but I'm glad you loved them all. sandie
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  39. that truly came from your heart, didn't it. It is sad, but it is true. Sigh.

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  40. This was very tender
    and your writing reads out loud very nicely
    wonderful words

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