Danielle White Poet Rhyme

It's Hell Getting Old

I glanced in her room as I walked by,
her graying hair, crinkled and dry,
frail and bruised and frightfully thin,
as if she was sheathed in onion skin.

She was trying to reach her "house coat" she said,
at some point it must have slipped from the bed,
I picked it up, helped her put it on,
she looked so worried, I asked what was wrong.

"I just want to know when you'll put me to bed."
"That's where you are!" I said, shaking my head.
I fluffed up her pillows and straightened her sheets,
got her a blanket to cover her feet.

Then our eyes locked and we touched soul to soul,
and she said to me, "It's hell getting old."


©Danielle White

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Jade Exit April 28, 2009 at 11:59 AM i cant help but to wonder who your talking about???

Carrie Richards March 30, 2009 at 7:02 AM Oh my....this could be a story that reflects so many times in my life....only instead it was my Dad, when he lived with us his last few years. Makes me remember and makes me sad. Good writing, Danielle....and so real.

P Sheart March 30, 2009 at 6:50 AM Hi Danielle I know this feeling too. When caring for someone we love especially as we watch them getting older it's so hard to watch sometimes isn't it. This poem really captures the feeling of this very well. Truly enjoyed hun! Sending good thoughts your way. Many blessings to you and yours. Love Light Truth Patricia I sure do LOVE the line, Then our eyes locked and touched soul to soul that says it all right there.