My 55 today is rooted in my recent experience of introducing my father to the nursing home, but it is not particularly autobiographical. Dad does suffer from Parkinson's related dementia but it still fairly conversant at times. But the image I tried to capture was one that I have seen on many occasions and is, I believe, where my father is inevitably headed.
But I also wrote a poem which I have decided to post as well. This one does come directly from my most recent experience. Thanks for the kind words from those who have commented.
At Sunset
He stares into his palm
Wonderment as a god
Embracing his own.
And I with equal wonder
Stare into what’s absent
Beyond the tangled hand.
So we remain side by side
Both convinced of that
Which is seen and unseen.
Agreement is irrelevant
For two bound by love
Which engulfs the distance.
Well done!
ReplyDeleteI really like your last verse.
What a great tribute to your love one, James.
Have you a great weekend now.
Mine is here
hugs
shakira
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI was very close to my late Dad.
ReplyDeleteI do believe that we should care for them , the best we can, putting them in a nursing home is the best for your Dad, James.
No one knows best except you.
It is GREAT that you think of the possibilities of his condition before it gets that way ,
treasure each and every single moment.
Take care of yourself.
GOD KNOWS BEST.
hugs
shakira
Great poem. Just wonderful. I lost my grandmother recently, and wrote my 55 about what I think she might have felt.
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