Short Rest Home Poems
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Sunset through the glass
One window shade left open
Letting me look out
To watch the darkness coming
And the fall of one more night
Pity all of those rest home fellows
Over time all their hunger mellows
Without their dentures in
All their meals will begin
Sipping their soup and slurping Jellos
we bear the weight then die
upon some cross and enter old age
only to have our socks knocked off by what we see
and then all too often it's a 'rest home' for those of us and you
stan sand
Swab
inside
my nose
presses, swirls. Twinges,
twitches, runs like it’s bleeding.
I wait in lobby, till rest home screener
smiles. “Negative! Good to go!”
Grandmother, I only
do this
for
you!
You see things at the rest home
you don’t expect to see.
New veteran in his Korea cap is
whipping everyone else in pool.
He never has to bend over
and aim before he shoots.
He strokes it from his wheelchair
then rolls to his next shot.
Donal Mahoney
.
I -
Me
Get- Going
Learn - Education
Acquire - Job territory
Fulfillment - Of desires
Experiences - At peak
reverse swing - Sets in
String returns - Swing
To base Rest - Home
A regressive- Path
A return to Heart
know Me- BE
@ Self
d
r
o
p rogress
Mom got moved to the dementia ward
more one to one
and hands on care
help dressing, help bathing, words to orientate
still sadley
the rest home doors are locked
kid inside me chuckes "She's in lock down"
not that this is funny at all -
but such levity brings a little smile to the room where mom and I sit
and even though
she doesn't understand where my smile comes from
it makes her smile anyway
and the moment
is enjoyed.
Form:
they put me in a rest home to get some rest,they sent 2 skinny 90 pound attendants to my room,they say we gon flip your mattress and they flipped me right.off my bed and now i can-t reach my panic button near the bed cause these 2 can't lift me back on mah bed..please tell me how i will git some rest if i can't reach my panic button for them to send me someone else. Is this.a rest home,let me call my sister viv,she dropped me off at the wrong place.
My
stepdad,
stricken with
a terrible
disease, suffered for
over a decade as
his mind slowly unraveled.
Bits and pieces of it vanished.
He had to be removed from the house
in which he'd helped Mom raise all of us kids.
At the rest home, seeped in dementia and
confused by a recent surgery
whose aim he could not comprehend,
he cried out helplessly, but
seeing our mom, he took
her hand and gently
whispered, "You're the
one I've been
thinking
of."