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

All Rights Reserved © 2008-09

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  • Darla Cooke on Aug 30, 2009

    Very nice poem.

  • WoodlandStar on Sep 10, 2009

    Many of us live on the fringe of society. And the shift to that fringe is a slow process. You know when you have arrived because there is a sudden confusion as to what you thought you just heard. For my wife and I it happened with hearing for the first time “my bad”. We don’t watch tv and we live in the rural southwest so we have little contact with changing cultural events such as language changes. But there are other milestones, such as the first time you put on your glasses and look in the mirror. It scares the hell out of you because you have no idea who is looking back at you! Just a few years back I wandered into a store looking for a cool drink (it was a hot summer day). I spotted what looked like an interesting drink (the bottle looked like those handy water bottles carried by pack packers. And I sort of like the name. Outside the store I fumbled with the special drinking spout but could not get it to work so I removed the whole thing and drank from the rim of the bottle. We had just moved to a rural area out of the remote mountains of New Mexico. Well the drink did not taste all that good to me…I thought it was much to sweet. After drinking half the bottle I was ready to toss it into the trash and decided to read the ingredients to see what made it taste so bad….well much to my surprise I was not drinking a soft drink…it turns out I was drinking something you put into coffee as a substitute for milk…it did have a delightful name: Irish Cream. The problem was not that I did not know about milk substitutes for coffee…it was the shape of the bottle which looked very much like other soft drink bottles and it was in was close to the soft drinks on the store shelf.

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