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Hanging on

Once she had blossomed, a bold, independent spirit, educator, wife, mother, grandmother; now she is barely hanging on. I sit beside her bed holding a limp, withered hand in mine. A hand which, when younger and stronger, had drawn colored pencil illustrations of stories she told me about life in far away seacoast villages. Barely outlined fishing boats, sails unfurled, dancing on white waves, fading into the distance; village houses with steeply pitched roofs to shed heavy winter snows; all drawn in a few shades of blue. A collection of those drawings, now framed, are hanging on my walls. My gaze wanders out the window of her semi-private room, into a small courtyard where a pink dogwood is dropping the last of its spring blossoms. A small branch is broken and by a thin strip of bark, it is barely hanging on.

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Date: 2/24/2022 4:13:00 PM
Hello Don, being a care giver to a family member is not an easy job. I remember the my sister and I taking care of our mother. She is watching over us now. It is nice to met you. Enjoyyuor evening my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/3/2022 3:13:00 PM
Welcome to poetry soup. Enjoy your evening my friend.
Date: 11/1/2021 11:53:00 AM
Heart wrenching tribute Don. A caregiver must have a strong and compassionate heart and yours shines in this poem. Linda
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Date: 10/20/2021 7:04:00 AM
First of all, I love your writing style of brevity, clarity, life and faith experiences. Your wonderful tribute to Grandmother; how touching, yet a gem working in second stanza with wit of creativity. I've read other poems of yours, and realized your gift with the pen. Thank you for sharing your gems.
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Date: 10/16/2021 11:36:00 PM
Hi Don, I really like this poem, a very powerful piece. All the stronger since many of us can personally relate to the situation described. Well done. ~ Clive
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Date: 10/16/2021 5:28:00 AM
This is an excellent poem and one I can identify with. I am caregiver for my 85 year old Mother but she is currently in the hospital right now and very frail. It's difficult seeing our loved one's succumb to old age and health issues. Cheers Anne
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Date: 10/16/2021 4:07:00 AM
Hi Don, love this poem...I pca for my 92 yr old independent-living (barely) mom...3 stroke survivor, heart-valve, etc...gets around her apt on high-walker...has fallen & medivacced 5 times with rehab already (broken bones etc) I know this poem all too well...God Bless You!
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