Stick and stones may break my bones but word can never hurt me…

It’s liable to happen to many of us.

My mom is in a Nursing Home now, taking a hit for the team. This poem says some of what there is to be said about that.

I wrote this for one of the local nursing homes. Having worked in the health care field, I feel strongly about this poem. Being placed in a nursing home does not have to be a "death sentence."

Dedicated to the growing number of elders in assisted living and nursing homes who work hard to retain their dignity and quality of life. It is also dedicated to the unselfish volunteers that listen to their wonderful stories, and help them to remember, and smile.

On the prospect of having to put one’s mom in a nursing home, and knowing she will never understand.

We salute you.

This world is full of lonesome and seemingly helpless elderly people who are so full of pride, but reaching out to these people is very rewarding.