In Memory of mom...and all those great care takers
of the elderly.
Happy New Year...2001
T'was the night before New Years, I toasted the past
The years with my mother, how long will they last?
I thought of the good times, the battles with Dad
Her trek to Hawaii, nineteen years she did gad.
Back on the Mainland to Panguitch for LaRae
Whose battle with cancer carried the day.
She moved to the Rock House and remodeled with glee
Then became so forgetful, she forgot she was she.
Panguitch Care Center was the next home in line
In which she could live and be safe for a time.
The staff at the center took her in stride
In spite of her anger, her assaults, and her pride.
They appreciate her laughter and her bright grin
Became her defenders through thick and through thin.
I've marveled so often their kindness and care
Through sickness and death that comes to them there.
I know after bathroom trips four times a day
with thirty-four residents complaining her way.
They deserve several raises for that part alone
triple the sum and more...if residents moan.
As if this is what training has taught them to do,
There must be an easier job to go to.
They meet the patient that appreciates the care
Makes the work easier for all of them there.
They develop a love for the old and the wise,
a patience for those who no longer surmise.
I toast those willing to continue on
helping the dying to finish their song.
My mother has lived to a graceful old age
with the staff at the care center, patient and sage.
I thank all the nurses, LPNs, CNAs
the physical therapists, the cooks for each day.
Those that wash all the clothes and clean all the room,
those that plan entertainment with dances and tunes,
I thank all the doctors who moniter the care
of each separate person residing there.
Oh bless you forever, my toast is for you.
Happy New Year today and all the year through!
This poem is for all those out there taking care of the sick and elderly.
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Those people sure do deserve a pat on the back and more. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt was a little startling to see grandma posted big and in her time at the care center. I love the poem, especially after visiting with Fae today and she was agitated with everyone and being pretty fisty and they just keep smiling and being so kind to her. They all do so much with care, entertainment, and miles and miles of patience.
ReplyDeleteIt was a nice change to have a rhyming poem. i like this picture of your mother quite a lot. I will never forget her laugh, so spontaneous and relaxed. Many big laughter give you a feeling of it being nervous laughture. This was never the case with your mother, but more like she genuinely got a kick out of everything that came her way, in the line of friendship and conversation.
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