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.
three cheers and a backflip (ouch) for Christine Tate's poetry!
ReplyDeleteayaz daryl nielsen
Nice work!
ReplyDeleteDear Christine,
ReplyDeleteYou wrote a very touching poem, so true that a little compassion can bring some light in someone's darker days.
Best wishes,
Inge