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RESIDENT, HOME FOR THE AGED poem
by Richard L. Provencher Resident, Home for the Aged head hanging to one side limp, lifeless in the chair, asleep belt tight across her belly couldn't take another fall it's almost noon and soon the r-n-a will come and wheel her to the table, gently wake her up, then feed and care for her she'll come alive eyelids flickering trembling of lips loose folds of skin, quivering somewhere back there across well waxed floors down one hall and then another, her room over to one side beside the other beds, some old pictures one in particular on her dusty table, her children innocent faces full, joy and life looking up at momma never dreaming one day she would be old, and lonely Richard L. Provencher 1980 Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |