This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....


Thursday 31 May 2012

Nursing Home: Keith

He’s thin and slighty stooped
but the grey hair’s thick and wavy

and he moves at normal speed —
except when he’s with her.

Holding her hand 
or arm around her

he leads her to meals
or out to the sunny garden.

She turns to him
a gentle, vacant face.

He greets us cheerily,
eyes full of comprehension.

We realise he lives here 
to be with her.

He looks happy. 
So does she.

Cross-posted from my poetry blog, The Passionate Crone, from whence it is submitted to Poetry Pantry #101 at Poets United. 

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1 comment:

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade24 June 2019 at 13:10

    Comments from original posting:

    Sherry Blue Sky4 June 2012 at 10:00
    Now THAT is real love. I love him!! What a good man.

    Rosemary Nissen-Wade4 June 2012 at 10:08
    Yes indeed.

    Kim Nelson4 June 2012 at 11:04
    This made me happy. I am glad they are. You bless with these, Rosemary!




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