She rocked the hours and days away
parched and drawn,
waiting for a visitor’s smile
to soothe her lonesome soul.
Tending the bar at dVerse today, Walter asks us to write a poem that somehow deals with the idea of drought. For many of our elderly, this is a condition of life, not the out-of-doors.
Lillian, I can not begin to tell you how often I have seen this scene replayed in my nursing career. Just this morning I was telling my husband about a lady when I lived in France who waited day after day for her son, Gabriel. I was musing how maybe he had died in WWII–this was back in 1972–only 30 years after. I’ve written of this, too, but you capture the whole thing so perfectly in a few well-chose words. Tears.
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Thank you for you reply here, Victoria. It truly is so very sad. Life is so busy for so many — and for others, where life is becoming interminably slow, they can be so alone. Tears indeed.
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Compassionate voice, heart touching. Question now. What am I going to do about it? Isn’t there even one I might help. Jesus said it something like this, “as you do it for the least of these, you do it for me.”
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Thank you for the thoughtful reply.
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Very compassionate, all too true. This puts me in mind of my mother, in TN but who is taken good care of and loved.
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Thank you for a your note here – I am certain your mother is a very special person and well loved!
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She is adored as is appropriate for the matriarch of our almost diminished family.
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I can relate too Lillian ! Thankfully my folks keep themselves busy!
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This is sadly true for many, very well written.
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A drought of compassion, apparently 😦
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Sadly true for too many.
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I dislike that visiting friends only occurs when individuals are young and now has transformed into not visiting people who have aged or sick. This is why volunteering is important and nurses are amazing to help provide that connection and sense of you are needed.
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