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Life in a Nursing Home longevity or upscale penitentiary

Updated on June 17, 2012

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?


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      Annie 5 years ago from NewYork

      Thank you..Nicky

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      Nicky 5 years ago

      Wow Mom this was Deep...

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      bbnix 6 years ago from Southern California

      OK Ms. Lovely and Ms. Rant, I am the strength of strong will, and of great success, a master of persistence, ten thousand tools I wield. I am the problem solver, a corporate ghost you see. I am the shadow fighter when all seems hopelessly.

      You both are the on the battlefront, and yes your writing is most critical, and if I may say so, your writing is most beautiful, but I am the hands of builder, and soon you will quite see, that monuments gain much attention for all eternity...

      I will soon propose here in the hubs my plans to help with our advocacy!!

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      Annie 6 years ago from NewYork

      well goodmorning to you Bbnix, so good to see you on my page, and yes we have to do something for them, even if it in our writting and letting others folks be aware of the conditions in a nursing home, the city usually give the instituation

      some help with the care of the patients, especially those without love ones, most of the facilities are fraudulent, (so to speak) so many patients are abuse daily in those nursing home , it nip at my heart . they refused to hired more aides to help with the patients, they overworked the nurses aidies and expect quality care for the patients the doctors never goes to see the patients, he sign off on orders, without taking examing his patient , i personally witness all of this, I do my best to make them feel as comfortable as possible until my shift is over. Thank for stopping by.

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      Annie 6 years ago from NewYork

      Goodmorning BobbiRant, I am trying to be a advocate on the behalf of the elderly who is place in Nursing Homes, through my writing, someone one have to do something for them. thank you very much for stopping by,and commenting one love Darkn!

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      BobbiRant 6 years ago from New York

      Very nice hub. I too worked with the elderly for over 20 years and I have written a book concerning nursing homes, been on Amazon about a year now. I enjoyed reading this.

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      bbnix 6 years ago from Southern California

      This is the most beautiful peace of writing I have ever read...

      Up to this moment, I thought music was the most direct path to the heart, but you my friend have just turned my world upside down.

      Till this very second, I knew not how to penetrate the hardened hearts of the world.

      In this, my humble life, I have never heard a more majestic, empathetic voice - ever!!

      Hear that? It's a light background of a barely audible melody, for my life sings having been forever changed by you.

      I had a dear neighbor who was foreclosed from his home, a gentle sweet man I had known for 35 years, and as I had never had my own father's respect, this dear man was the closest to one I ever had.

      They took him away and put him in a home. I heard he never accepted it and then I heard he was gone. They said he was alone when he passed from us that day, I still to this day weep for his lost way.

      You've brought me back to him in full circle realization. I should have done something rather than blame his own family, and now if you would allow me, I would like, in his honor, to join with you to do something about this most horrible travesty...

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      Annie 6 years ago from NewYork

      Thank you very much, and especially being my fan , and lookinf forward in reading your book

      one love Darknlovely

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      Reynold Jay 6 years ago from Saginaw, Michigan

      My novel "Lean against the Wind" deals with a theme close to this. I'll have it published in about two months. I enjoyed this very much. You have this laid out beautifully and it is easy to understand. Keep up the great HUBS. Up one and Useful. Hey! I'm now your fan! RJ