These words came so strong to me when I saw this image.
Memories tickle the eaves surrounding the roof topped in grey - random thoughts of days gone by wander in and out of the attic that once held a storehouse of knowledge, neatly filed and labled according to importance. All that remains are spiders and aging dust ... a shell of her former self, she sits, neglected, bound to a wheel chair at a nursing home, ignored by the staff.
Ah, Karla, this is succinct, sad, haunting and so true in many many cases. Your words captured this picture in an excellent way. There should be more respect shown for the elders, but more and more our society is dropping the ball on personal responsibility and respect for others, especially the elders. Thanks so much for sharing.
Truly a sad part of our world today, Karla; elders were once respected and taken care of, even in many primitive societies; now, far too many busy modern family members have little time for them.
It is really hard to work and produce all the years you were young and finally find yourself on a wheelchair in a nursing home without a family around. The feeling that there is someone who cares is a warmth without which we can not live. Excellent poem.
If you've ever sat wide-eyed at the foot of a grandfather and heard him tell a tale, or curled under the blanket of a grandmother's abundant spoilings, you are weeping now. The latter years are the reap of one's life. The time for sharing the crop of so many years spent toiling and learning. Sadly, much of this dies in the field taking its wisdom with it.
Having done much volunteer work in nursing homes, you captured the scene very well Karla! It is usually the case that they are forgotten by their families as well which makes it a double whammy just when they need help the most! It breaks my heart!
I put you dad on the prayer boards for surgery this week.
I have a difficult time thinking of anyone living in a home and not having family there to check on them each day to make sure that they are being taken care of properly. No matter the state of mind of the individual, they still deserve to have their dignity preserved. This is a very sad situation that comes from the blessing of long life. Excellent poeming, Karla.
I have already told Rene, no nursing homes for me, let me drive my car off a cliff, as long as I hurt no one else in the process, I will die with dignity doing what I love most...Ed
Sadly this is true so often, all thos precious memories, no one wants to listen, all this wisdom, no one cares to share. An excellent write.
Lots of love, Birgit and Roger
Powerful, shattering, poignant, heartbreaking write that needs to be shouted from the rooftops! We MUST stop treating the "defenseless" like they were nothing. Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
You have hit the nail on the head Karla with this inspired and poignant write
We live in a material world where people are written off and dispensed with, when they reach a certain age, its inhumane and cruel
to resign the defenseless to an early and premature death
Peter
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 19, 2006
Hard to look at, harder to understand how America has become so selfish that we throw our loved ones away with the guise that it "will be better for them." B.S. However, it is the acceptable way now. Used to old Indians went off by themselves to die, these days the nursing home is used to harbor the shells of souls until they finally have to leave this old earth. Thank you for writing this, it hurt, it was supposed to.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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I am with Ed M on this one!!
Love Tinka
love and peace...Carole
Felix
Paul;-)
Peace.
If you've ever sat wide-eyed at the foot of a grandfather and heard him tell a tale, or curled under the blanket of a grandmother's abundant spoilings, you are weeping now. The latter years are the reap of one's life. The time for sharing the crop of so many years spent toiling and learning. Sadly, much of this dies in the field taking its wisdom with it.
Stark nudge.
Peace and (((Hugs)))
B
powerful poem!
I put you dad on the prayer boards for surgery this week.
Love,
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry
Lots of love, Birgit and Roger
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Powerful, shattering, poignant, heartbreaking write that needs to be shouted from the rooftops! We MUST stop treating the "defenseless" like they were nothing. Very well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
We live in a material world where people are written off and dispensed with, when they reach a certain age, its inhumane and cruel
to resign the defenseless to an early and premature death
Peter