Spare Bedroom
We pack our elders away like old photos?
To spend their golden years under roofs of bedsores and neglect.
Is it too much to ask to fix up that spare bedroom?
To spend their last years around love.
Like they once did for us.
When life chewed our hearts and spit us into darkness.
Yes, there will be adjustments and frustration.
They've so little control over their faculties.
(Much like us when we were their babies).
They'll keep us up at night with demands
Just like we once did to them.
So, suck it up-fix up that spare bedroom.
Make the best of it...
Put some thought and heart into it,
A few photos, a vase of smiling flowers.
Sprinkle in a few sunny time mementos.
Hold their hand, stay with them a while.
Keep the drapes open to let a piece of sky in.
Small things make a big difference.
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