The New Kid
by Joanne Faries
At ninety, she's the new kid on the block
Moved from her home into "the home"
also known as a "personal care facility"
visitors sign in and out
rules are not meant to be broken
set meal times are restrictive
she won a prize at bingo
arthritic hands unable to complete craft's bead bracelet
she would rather read
watch George Clooney movies
stare out her old kitchen window
but that's the past
the walker rolls
down the hall
the new kid smiles
dedicated to my Aunt - she's a trooper
Life can sure change with age, always something new though.ReplyDelete
and she's got the right attitudeDelete
She does sound like a trooper indeed. Glad she won a prize in bingo.ReplyDelete
she's a sunny person and is able to escape with other friendsDelete
That had me in tears almost, although I'm not that age I am past retirement age and totally alone, I do hope "The New Kid" settles in.ReplyDelete
thanks. It's a tough transition, that's for sure. She's sharp. Just needs that knowledge of safety - her old home had tough stairs.Delete
Yeah it's a tough thing going to assisted living. My mom's 89 and refuses to leave her home.ReplyDelete
Hope your mom can do well on her own. My dad needs the help but won't concede yetDelete
I watched first my Grandma, then my Dad, and then my Mom go through this. It is definitely a tough transition. Your poem captures it perfectly.ReplyDelete
Hi Joanne - so glad she's doing so well ... and accepting that she needed help and will be well looked after ... it's not easy for any of us ... and then know the next generation is next: me! (not for a while yet ...) Cheers HilaryReplyDelete
and things can go along so well - then one fall can change a lot.It's scary to think about. Stay well and healthy!Delete
Imagine how I'd be at the "Home."ReplyDelete
Part of me looks forward to it.
Fish sticks and lime jello on Fridays, giddy up!
Giving up your independence must be one of the toughest things to do and I hope your aunt doesn't miss her old house too much. Writing a poem certainly brings the predicament to a larger audience and many I am sure will identify with what you've written. Give her my very best :)ReplyDelete
Always tough being the new kid...even harder with age.ReplyDelete
After my mother's funeral, we went to a nursing home to visit one of my aunts. Even though it's been more than twenty years ago, I can still picture her, and how excited she was to see us. She had all kinds of ailments, and had to use a walker to get around, but when we were leaving, she walked us to the door... carrying her walker a couple inches above the floor, and s really hustling in a drunken-like shuffle. She could really move when she wanted to!