Making rounds

I enter and you’re slumped forward, napping

The Golf Channel blaring

I press mute and you jostle

“It’s okay,” I state.

“Call my son, he wants to talk to you.”

 

The next room CNN is tuned into hearings

“He’s a racist, “ the daughter proclaims

“It’s not good” the milky-eyed lady replies

“Her pressures are bad,” the daughter states.

 

You are in the back room of large apartment

Fox News clicked off as I enter

Frank gets up, “It’s time for my walk.”

“Do you have your phone?” she calls

You’re happy to see me

“I have my list.”

 

You’re asleep on the couch.

It is difficult to rouse you

TCM’s on, a black and white movie

“Who’s that actress?” I ask

“I forget but she’s really good,” you say

 

European soccer on the big screen

She wanders around, wearing a coat and holding her purse

“She’s eating a lot, but doesn’t remember. She may have diabetes,” I state.

“Thanks for taking care of my mom.”

 

Now I’m in your room.

A game show is on but no one is watching

You fell and broke your hip

You wanted to go shopping.

Now in bed and your family is here

I turn off the TV

 

I submitted this to Unknown Writers contest–Denver Women’s Press Club -2017

I never studied poetry, but several years ago I was in a transition. I was working, but wandering. When I wandered I jotted down thoughts of what I saw on my journey. The critique of my poetry was information I didn’t know what to do with. I haven’t written my wandering thoughts since. But I still make rounds, seeing patients. Each person’s life is a snapshot, I was privileged to witness.

In this time of pandemic and the elderly at home, these moments still happen. But life is more precious and smaller now.

Take care of our elders. They are our history. Be kind. Don’t take them for granted. Love.

 

Fear

Foreboding thoughts as I near the scale

Energetic efforts of yesterday brings hope

Angst fills me, the line creeps higher

Rue the day I hit fifty, its been a standstill since then, Argh!

the scale

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Trifecta

This was written for the Trifecta weekend challenge, which was to write exactly 33 words on FEAR and I made an acronym into a poem.  I have struggled with many fears my whole life. I have yet to overcome the fear of the scale.

Click on the tricycle to direct you to the Trifecta Blog website.

http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

Summer’s End

Virginia Views has inspired me as a cocooned writer.

She posted to write down the first ten words that come to mind and three of the words would be the post title.  I decided to use the words for my post.

My theme was Summer. The end of the summer filled my head and heart this past weekend. I had ten glorious days away from work that were exhilarating. I felt like myself again.

Mothering

Mess

Soul

Ashes

Fin (The End)

Perfection

Music

Create

Escape

Path

Red Rocks trail

The trail sloped into the bright, hot day

Red Rocks Trail 2

A new path to begin

biking on the road

Escape routes of the past served well at the time

Messes made and cleared

Canadian Geese and baby geese

Mothering to perfection no longer necessary

butterfly

Ashes released into a butterfly

Life of music celebrated

Sunset Labor Day

Soul searched

Time  to create new

Fin

Evolution of a blogger

I am responding to Virginia Views inquiring what is our evolution as bloggers.

Why did you start your blog?  

I started this blog after reaching age 50 years of age.  Reaching a half century of my life: childhood, school, college,  marriage, raising children, grad school, working, keeping a home; it’s all hard work: rewarding and exhausting. It’s a culmination and a relief. You exist. You made a life. You matter. You made a difference.

Is that still why you blog?

The passion comes and goes with this blog. I also have a food blog, writing and cooking my adventures in making recipes I’ve never attempted before. The material is a little easier to come by.

Has your site gone in a different direction than you’d planned?

Yes for both blogs. I try to complain less and reflect more in this blog. The writing waxes and wanes with inspriation.

The food blog is more an personal adventure than a group challenge . It is extremely difficult to get the cooking club members together due to family obligations, travel and schedules. But I keep plugging along.

Thanks Donna for your inspiration to write today.

We must remember to enjoy the ride. It’s all good.

Wyoming 7-16-11 #1

Speechless

When I speak her name I cannot speak

Many feelings

Daughter

Nurse

Woman

Who should speak?

Love at core

Life passing

Eternity  near

Cherished memories

Time has come

Speechless

Loving hug, kind thought, voice breaking, tears come

Bring it in

Sing to her

Ave Maria

You are Mine

Irish Blessing

Love you, Mom

‘Til we meet again

The Circle of Life

It’s been nearly one year since our oldest son moved out after finishing college and made my husband and I official empty nesters. I had been so used to running around organizing other people’s lives for the past 24 years that I discovered that I didn’t have to do that anymore.  I heard someone say once that if you don’t know what to do, then don’t do anything. For me it has been a year of transitions and a lot of doing nothing.

At work, there has been chaos, and I chose not to get involved. Staff are leaving, transferring, and retiring. New young staff are being hired. They are old enough to be my children.

At home, my husband got a new job, our son announced he’d be moving to Australia by the end of the summer, and my daughter has a boyfriend.

So as my nest has emptied, I have watched other women fill their nests. I have crossed paths with more pregnant women this year than I can ever remember. I have purchased six copies of my standard baby gift, Your Child’s Health, a great reference book for parents. I have also crossed paths with pregnant birds.

This Canadian goose was in a median in a university parking lot. The poor dad goose was siting on the eggs and wouldn’t leave. Someone brought him a bowl of water. I ran out and brought back some tortillas for him to eat.

Image

At our neighborhood park there have been five Canadian Geese families that have taken over the pond.

So as to not feel left out, on my own back porch, a robin family made a nest one weekend when we were out of town.

The baby robins stick their heads up and all we can see are little beaks and necks.

Mama robin is very vigilant and busy hunting for food for the babies.

Nature took over and filled my nest again. I’ve had a perfect view of it all watching life unfold and still not doing anything…waiting for my next move.

Who loves you? I do

I’m an empty nester mother. Maybe my kids will send me a text this Sunday on Mother’s Day, if I’m lucky. But who said Mother’s Day is all about waiting for acknowledgement from your kids? I’ve never had the fairy tale, mushy thing going on anyway.

I wouldn’t  be a mom if it wasn’t for them right? So I decided to send my kids Mother’s Day cards. I went off to the store to check out the greeting card selection. I saw cards for godmothers, someone who has been like a mother to me, grandmothers, sisters, aunts, mothers-to-be, and friends.  Why wouldn’t they have a card to wish your kids a thank you  to have had the opportunity to be their Mom? Twenty-six years ago I wanted so much to be a mother. I wanted to be the best mom ever. I was given a gift that not every woman gets the privilege to experience.

So this is the card I chose. Who Loves You? I do. Because I wouldn’t be a Mom if I didn’t have you! Happy Mother’s Day to the best kids ever.  Call if what you like; reverse psychology, guilt-trip, whatever. A new tradition of expressing maternal love is born.