An old woman
rests in bed
like uneaten
food.
Slipping in and out
through bedsores
and the changing
of diapers,
a background
of television noise
washes her clean.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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5 comments:
This is very sad and disturbing, for anyone who's ever had a grandparent in a nursing home. An interesting poem.
So sad. But well done.
This *is* sad and a subject one usually doesn't encounter on poetry group sites. But I'm awfully glad to see you've covered such a sensitive subject, Brian. It can move a person to check out volunteering at a nursing home to bring some joy into a life bereft in hope and companionship. You've done a good job in presenting the realities of life for those in nursing homes.
spoken well...after working in a resthome and visiting my grandmother...yes, spoken well..
Sad reality. Presented nicely -
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