For now they wait

1968# to enter
2069# to leave
quietly past rooms I walk
they sleep, they gaze
low tone sound from one
aaaaarrrrrr then stops
repeats, continual
no other words pass his lips

another blanketed huddled
stares expresionless through
glass windows at trees
out of reach

people carrying
doing, or helping
white linen tablecloths adorn
round tables
the place to socialise
if you’re game
for they seem scared
and so alone

one gets reprimanded
trying to help another
to a chair as
last time he fell, unsteady
on his feet
not many smile

I walk in smiling
good morning everyone
stares go through me
so silently sad are they

some talk quietly to themselves
most don’t
their expressions blank
almost like the whiteboard sign
that gives the day, the date but
most importantly the weather

a topic of
conversation for those who converse
one dark skinned gentleman
sits blowing kisses across the room
to the lady in a red cardigan
who sits next to me
and she returns them

Copyright JMTacken 25.10.2014

The lady in the red cardigan of course is Mumma penguin.
I could have sat their all day watching and writing about the frail and wounded in the transition hospital. So sad and yes sadly depressing, watching these poor souls get through yet another day here.

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19 thoughts on “For now they wait

  1. I clicked like but to be honest it chilled me to the bone. So sad. So frightening. There but for the grace of God go you or I. Give her a hug from me and Pop too. And you , you need a hug the most. xxx

  2. then write about their stories….give them life again…imagine for them the world they came from…i do know how heavy it can be watching them…but i love to watch people too…smiles.

  3. it is very hard, and there are moments of happiness and tranquility to be found, such as the man blowing kisses – a habit from his younger and uninhibited days –

  4. I see this when I go as part of my job. I admire the staff in certain places who see the people as treasures and life still to be lived. Cheers for the kisses blowing man! And to Mumma Penguin for enjoying that!

  5. Nursing homes are similar Jenny. Very few happy people. I met one old man who was so happy he had a mobile chair to get around in. ‘Could always be worse,’ he’d say. ‘Thankfully my arms still work.’

  6. It is hard, I have had my four years at a nursing home, we had activities we had to carry out, even with the ones who were motionless, unable to speak and ones who had diseases, where I ‘garbed’ up in a white gown, white mask and wore plastic gloves. Music was something that soothed and ‘reached’ some, little pets were also big motivators, I brought this silly guinea pig into one woman’s room, she had never spoken to me, even when I put lotion on her hands and spoke to her about her photos I enjoyed looking at. She would search my face, as if searching for words, Jen. She exclaimed when little “Pepper” made his oinking sound, it is more of a snuffling sound. She said, “Oh!” and a small hair or sliver of a smile came upon her face… Hoping the time passes quickly and the two shall be together again, it seems like a long time, poor Mum and Pop!

  7. You would have found it hard, but so rewarding. The poor darlings. Mum watches TV and videos mainly musicals, which they love. Such a beautiful story about Pepper, to watch her smile… When he oinked. They allow the residents pets to come in and visit which is good, their faces light up. It is a long time, looks like 12 weeks by the time she can go, but she wants out NOW! Of course. What type of diseases did the poor darlings have? xx

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