Life in a Nursing Home longevity or upscale penitentiary
Slowly the call bell fall to the floor into a dormant they drift away until morning break,
slowly on tippy toes we patrolled the hallway, Doppler effects of the dimmer light,
made it seem peaceful, but it wasn't alright.
Patrolling the corridors late at night,
the groaning sounds and the screams, for their mothers,
Once a man twice a child, from the young to the old.
The ghostly shadows is the lucky ones,
they leave the units just in time,
free from pain, free at last,
from the hands of man-made medication,
luckily for those who received the dosage,
making peace with the saviour is the best,
Salvation and repentance has a more soothing effects,
S.O.S come save your souls,
watching the residents night after night being carried away on the gurney,
free at last, their souls at rest,
Slowly the call bell fall to the ground, and into a dormant they drift away,
until the break of day as Mary is being wheel away.
Just a temporary fix, until the screams emerged down the corridor
"here goes the darn light again, screams echoes down the hallway,
Death is calling please hold,
Nurse, nurse, where is my medication?
I just want to sleep, please Nurse let me die
"Oh Lord let me die,
Once a man twice a child, various stages of Alzheimer's have robbed several patients of their mental capacities, they screaming for mercy, as my heart goes out to some of them, I just have to stay as professional as can be, in room 443A, told me this story.
she remember being a little girl, travelling alone in the morning, through the path the led to the creek to the Butterflies Fields, those memories meant a lot to her, how the sun dry up all the grass , leaving a transformation from silver glisten morning drew, to dry pasture, that when the butterflies came out to play,
she always took her homemade catcher net, of silk stocking attached to a long stick,
she recalled laughing and her laughter could be heard for miles, as her mother would yelled to the top of her lungs, "Sarah "stop skylarking, some old folks had a way with words. Oh how she loved the butterflies, on "Butterflies Field,
Her childhood memory so dear to her, now it was fading.
Now here tonight, she laid dying, without a love one by her side, she just scream "Lord have mercy,
she remember the joys and the pain of giving birth to twins, Clarence and Alice, who abandon her,
when she need them the most. Living in a Nursing home is hell, she was in the home for fifteen years, under the watchful eyes of social workers and some heartless workers who just didn't seem to care.
Sometimes you just have to wondered if there is another alternative, instead of putting your elderly parents in a nursing home, it one step up from prison, a confined institution where handcuff is replace with lap buddies and restraint, wheel chair bond, and daily heavy medication.
Is they another alternative? to this trend of abused to the elderly?
