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Unlocking the secret level of a nursing home
They're silver plated hair brushes,
dragged through knots and impolite.
Dipped cold in each clean morning,
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.
Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.
Open wide for spoon fed meals
and all the white that God brings in.
Gaming from their comfy chairs,
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
Empty rooms, toss quiet beds.
dragged through knots and impolite.
Dipped cold in each clean morning,
smoothed out folds, of a fragile night.
Worn away with sea-shells,
thumb crushed and paper thin.
Open wide for spoon fed meals
and all the white that God brings in.
Gaming from their comfy chairs,
controlled by a picked at thread,
solving fragments of a final play,
Empty rooms, toss quiet beds.
Published 13th Jan 2020
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13th Jan 2020 8:02pm
aaaaaaaah this spill brings me way way back to when i worked at a Convalescent Hospital in San Diego, CA
& believe or not,
i loved that job. I interacted with every patient on my floor; i tried to spend at least 5 to 10 minutes of Quality time with them. Broke my heart when one of them died or their kids never visited ......or they were liken to a vegetable (i had a few of these and wondered why the kids were keeping them alive).
On the midnight shift, i'd have wheelchair races in the halls with the patients who couldn't sleep.
On the swing shift, i'd play chess with one of the patients who was on a different ward.
Yeah...........good times. Hard work, very Hard work but i never minded.
& absolutely there's secrets but i tried not to get into all of that.
appreciate You taking me down memory lane
& believe or not,
i loved that job. I interacted with every patient on my floor; i tried to spend at least 5 to 10 minutes of Quality time with them. Broke my heart when one of them died or their kids never visited ......or they were liken to a vegetable (i had a few of these and wondered why the kids were keeping them alive).
On the midnight shift, i'd have wheelchair races in the halls with the patients who couldn't sleep.
On the swing shift, i'd play chess with one of the patients who was on a different ward.
Yeah...........good times. Hard work, very Hard work but i never minded.
& absolutely there's secrets but i tried not to get into all of that.
appreciate You taking me down memory lane
13th Jan 2020 10:13pm
Thank you for sharing Tallen and very pleased this triggered a memory. Much appreciated
17th Jan 2020 10:55pm
everything cold, bright, godly... the warm tones of loving humanity subsumed
that opening stanza? damn. beautiful beautiful beautiful and cold as dead blood
that opening stanza? damn. beautiful beautiful beautiful and cold as dead blood
24th Jan 2020 10:49pm
As ever butters you see it all, thank you for the kind words. muchly appreciated
