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This poem speaks loudly and clearly to both camps: the young and the old. The young being those who continue their working lives. The old being those members in, especially, this society who need assistance, care, and nurturing beyond their means--physically, financially, or emotionally. This piece is terribly sad and terribly realistic. And the emotional impact of your write is not any more than it actually is. That is, it isn't contrived or imaginary. And other than placing our older members of society in nursing homes, old folks homes, extended care facilities, and so on, there is no easy solution to a perceived problem. Nor does your writing present one. Which makes it even that much more tragic. You have left this a debate which each one of must solve, but you have presented the tragic sadness of old age just waiting for the end to relieve the emotional and physical sufferings. The poem compliments itself. It needs no words from me.
I like this poem because it tell us how old people are taken care of. After they became adults. They start losing teeth and they start getting gray hairs. And they start doing stuff that most grown people would do after they get people when they are and they have kids and grandkids and they have grandkids but sometimes there children most get married and have kids and there families they must care and start caring for themselves as they get older they must learn how to move on.
I've seen these people in nursing homes. Some do look like your description. You wonder where their families are. But I know my family was there for my grandmother, even though she was in a nursing home. She saw us and heard from us as often as when she was on her own.
My grandmother was in a home for the last 4 years of her life. I would have loved to have her in my home, but my family and I agreed that after she wondered away from her own apartment that February night in her night gown, she would be needing more care than any of us could give her.
I don't know what all happened to her that night, but she was never able to walk on her own again.
Yes, the home was probably the best place for her, but I'll never forget the last time I visited her at the home, she told me how much she missed her apartment. Honestly, if I have to be taken care of, I want to be in a room just like the one she was in when she died.
This is well expressed and very sad. Reminds me of when my father had to be admitted into a nursing home. He was losing his speech, but managed to say, "I guess I'm stuck now". Those words still cut deep when I think of him. He is gone now and I am glad for him. I know he's happy now.
My grandmother is in a nursing Home in Nebraska. She is 91 and doesn't want to be a bother to her children. She use to live in Texas with my mom and we went to see her everyday, but she wanted to be where she and granddad lived when she passed.
So last year she moved back. I miss her and I hope she doesn't feel this way! Thanks my friend, I Love ya! (shaking your HAND!) Anthony
Wow....this was so desolate. It's amazing that someone can just lock their parents away and forget about them. I have no idea what I'll do once my parents reach that age, but I hope they'll never feel like this.
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