Nursing Home Blues
There is still frost on the roof tops and I wonder about all the silver haired souls
that are wondering why they are being moved, by whitely dressed ghosts
I know its a comfort to know they got to be old but before they leave the coast,
I hope and pray they get to be surrounded by those who loved them the most;
Nurses and caretakers have been underpaid and over stretched in their vocation,
they are the ones who take care of our mothers and fathers , it is not a vacation.
Recall when you were a child, how precious you were to them and how they cared,
no one dared mistreat you in a spiteful way, for near your heroes they never dared.
What kind of protection can we offer our dying parents, from this virus hoobaloo ?
Show up at their windows, send them rainbows and flowers made of paper
bring food and masks and goofy made home made cards, until this comes to taper.
Remember the streaks of your mothers blond hair and the flour on the counter space
Remember the crease of your fathers laughter lines, how he loved you with such grace
The broken dolls of yesterday, are the soldiers and heroes who fight a new war today
in nursing homes and in solitary domes, houses unattended, they carry no ray...
So remember this, if you see frost on your roof top today and think of mom and dad,
think of all the good things they gave you, cuz if you dont', now that would be very sad.
Copyright © Pixie Dust | Year Posted 2020
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