Bobbi walks quickly
along the corridors,
keeping to the edges.
One day she tells me,
whispering:
‘I hurt my hip. Now
I have to keep walking
or it seizes up.
I feel conspicuous
and embarrassed.’
She is slim
in her neat slacks
and cardigan,
sweet face framed
by a short pageboy.
Her eyes widen
a moment and I glimpse
fear, want to hug her
but will not intrude
on her frail dignity.
Cross-posted from my poetry blog, The Passionate Crone, from whence it is submitted to Poetry Pantry #101 at Poets United.
[Poem #90]
Cross-posted from my poetry blog, The Passionate Crone, from whence it is submitted to Poetry Pantry #101 at Poets United.
[Poem #90]
Comments from original posting:
ReplyDeleteSherry Blue Sky 4 June 2012 at 09:59
Oh this is so sweet, and you are so sensitive and respectful, Rosemary. There are a lot of stories in nursing homes. I've worked in them, so I know:)
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 4 June 2012 at 10:02
I only glimpsed a few of them, so these are sketches rather than in-depth portraits, but I was intrigued enough to wish to attempt them — and there will be more.
Kim Nelson 4 June 2012 at 11:01
Rosemary,
These portraits are stirring and thoughtful, respectful and evocative. Thank you for the dignity and grace you masterfully use to cast light on the subjects.
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 5 June 2012 at 06:42
Thank you, Kim, for the kind comment.
Dana Leah 5 June 2012 at 03:58
this is so cool! i love that moment when a person, including someone you don't know, inspires you to write about them. what a lovely homage to these people, and the delicacy of this is just breathtaking. x
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 5 June 2012 at 06:43
Nice to 'meet' you, Dana. I'm glad you enjoyed.
Rachel Hoyt 5 June 2012 at 11:55
Love this personal snapshot. You have painted her beautifully. :)
Rosemary Nissen-Wade 5 June 2012 at 16:24
Thank you Rachel. She made quite an impression!