Poem.
Advocate For The Elderly
I stopped dead in my tracks and took it all in,
there they were enjoying a meal and fellowship.
Most precious people, the Elderly
I thought about who they were and where did
they come from?
Beautiful heads of grey, once supple skin
now hanging with wrinkles.
Faces worn and bodies becoming unstable.
I could just picture them in their youthful days,
working jobs, raising children,
and tending to a life of very hard work.
Now living in a Elderly community allowing
others to tend to them and most of their needs.
Of course for most of them it’s not by choice, but
an act of necessity by family members on their
behalf.
It is so hard when it comes to the part of having to decide
what to do when your parents can no longer do for themselves.
In this day and age where most couples have to both hold a job
to make ends meet
it makes it sometimes impossible to stay home
and care for loved ones who depend on us.
That’s where the most difficult decisions come in at
trying to decide whats best for them and you.
Do I have to place them in some one Else’s care?
Should it be a nursing home, or a Assisted living
facility? If your like me, you don’t want to make
that choice at all. You want to care for them yourself.
I know when the time comes, I’ll do my best to care for them
myself. I will quit my job and care for them if at all possible.
So, here’s the thing, I’m working with them and learning
from them.
They are so full of Wisdom, and life
holding years of memories within their hearts.
They are SPECIAL and FRAGILE, please
handle with care.
Don’t ever forget their value, they are our most important
role models.
They have been there, and done that, they are survivors of
a life time, we need to learn from them.
Just think of all the decisions, all the choices they made to
get them through years of hard times, and all the mistakes too!
But, they made it, they lived it, they learned much, and if we
look, listen, and learn from them, we will be survivors to pass
on the wisdom and knowledge they have.
O.K. Ms. Precious, I see you have finished your dinner,
I’m here to escort you to your room.
Is there anything I can get you, or do for you
before I leave for the day?
Your a sweetheart, see you tomorrow sweetie!
Have a great night full of sweet dreams…
By: Florence C. Ivy
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