Compassion
Confined
to wheelchairs frail and weak,
they seldom laugh and rarely speak...
eyes now dim that sparkled bright,
minds confused not thinking right.
some forgotten by family and friends,
lonely hours most of them spend.
I didn't know until it touched me
when mom was placed in a facility.
they seldom laugh and rarely speak...
eyes now dim that sparkled bright,
minds confused not thinking right.
some forgotten by family and friends,
lonely hours most of them spend.
I didn't know until it touched me
when mom was placed in a facility.
I
observed many patients there,
many depressed and didn't care.
The ones who seemed to be happy,
were visited by loved ones regularly.
mom's eyes lit up when I'd appear,
a familiar face to bring good cheer...
many depressed and didn't care.
The ones who seemed to be happy,
were visited by loved ones regularly.
mom's eyes lit up when I'd appear,
a familiar face to bring good cheer...
I
read her scriptures, shared stories,
and recalled many fond memories...
anywhere there is a need,
we can perform a godly deed.
a little compassion goes a long way,
so practice spreading some each day!
and recalled many fond memories...
anywhere there is a need,
we can perform a godly deed.
a little compassion goes a long way,
so practice spreading some each day!
Christine
Tate has been writing since 1994. She's the mother of 3 sons and has 8
grandchildren. She was widowed in 2007 and met her husband Artie, a widower
with 6 children & 12 grandchildren, in a nursing facility where their
mothers resided. They've been happily married 4 1/2 years. They describe their
meeting as "God's divine appt." because of their faith, and the fact
that they swore they'd never marry again.
Well written, as I have seen the sadness in those places as well. A little kindness goes a long way.
ReplyDeleteDear Christine,
ReplyDeleteThis poem resonates with me as it brings memories of my mentor whose mind deteriorated slowly--tough to watch--poems such as yours are surely needed.
Thank you.
Michael