NURSING HOME
My mom and dad are both in the same nursing home an hour away from where I live. I visit them every Thursday. This is what I was inspired to write after my visit with them yesterday. NURSING HOME I go I stay I see I leave Voices all around Not all I heed I wish when I left On Thursday morn I’d see smiling faces Instead of forlorn The shuffling feet The frozen stares Eyes grown dim Once bright Now glare. I’m sure they’re all different Since now they’ve grown old Than whom they remember In the stories they’ve told. “Where’s my room?” Hilly asks “You’re almost there.” Sarah speaks “Just ten more steps.” As he shuffles his feet. Bingo, breakfast, Moon pies and popcorn Trying to lift spirits Of the tired and the torn Angels on earth Just a small chosen few It takes a skilled hand To do what they do Lifting, stooping Re-positioning heads Straightening clothes Changing the beds What nursing ho