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Do You Really Care?

Updated on October 23, 2011

Through Closed Minds

I wrote this poem several months ago, but have revised it to read how I feel today. Please take your time to consider an elderly relative, look through their eyes and ask yourself "Can I do any more?"

Held with care?

oh my love where did you go
oh my love where did you go | Source

For A Very Special Friend

Drowning in my bath of sorrow, self pity to extremes,

anti-depressants still not working, wildest wishes in my dreams.

Steam running off the mirror, the bathroom fills with a cold haze,

In front of me I can see you, I see you looking at me in a daze.

Try as you may to lift my spirit, try as you may to reach my soul,

The dim light shows my reflection, to you I look completly whole.

My mind is never with you, my body is there without a soul.

they say an older woman is a young boy's dream, they say it is his passion

But not tonight my love as I strive to find you, but not in this face that stares without compassion

For inside of me is love and affection, for the one who truly dares,

to chase my heart in full flight, to nurse and stay with me all night

For I once was a beautiful woman, but now all that I feel

Is resentment of this old body, that time can no longer heal

You see it is not that I am ungrateful, but there was a time I bathed myself,

But now I have to rely on, and not always my choice, of hired help.

I once new love so tender and sweet, but alas my companion fell to his feet,

He left me a long time ago, I understand that little did he know,

How cruel life could be for me, without his love for all to see

I miss you every day, look for you in every way, search for you beyond the light,

but I can not cope without you by my side, my dearest one who had to die,

and leave me here all alone, to face this person made of stone,

who laughs at my wrinkles, and scars so deep,

I am just a joke, and then she puts me to sleep

In our bed, that we once shared, the hopes and dreams that we dared.

She take me upstairs and turns off the light,

I lye and pray so hard that tonight,

God will hear my calls and show me pity,

So that I can join in his world, so pretty.

I was such a dutiful wife, and all I ever did was strife

to love you until the end of time, I never wanted to say bye bye.


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      seedplanter 6 years ago

      My brother is an RN. He cared for my dad in ways he never imagined he would as a young boy. I love him all the more for that tender touch. This is a beautiful hub, with much to ponder. I have always had a special place in my heart for the elderly, because my parents taught me to respect and honor them. They were wonderful role models.

      Thank you for a beautiful hub.

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      Annette Donaldson 6 years ago from Northern Ireland

      RealHousewife, thank you for taking the time to read this hub. I am glad that you enjoyed it and was worth the comment. We are so used to ignoring what we see, as we are told to mind our own business. But if only we could look at the wider picture sometimes, we could all benefit from caring for our elderly people. x

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      Annette Donaldson 6 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Hi femme, thank you for leaving a comment. It is a sad fact that when we deal with our elderly people in society, we tend to take for granted that they were once an important part of society. It really annoys me when I am working with other people that they prefer to talk to another care giver, than talk to the person. If only we all could spare a little time each day.

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      Kelly Umphenour 6 years ago from St. Louis, MO

      Blue star....truly beautiful. And I know this is a true story for some...sad. But I do love the message you've sent. Thank you - I know I will remember this poem at other moments in the future....hopefully not my own.

      Voted up and everything.

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      femmeflashpoint 6 years ago

      Very touching bluestar, and very sad.

      It's a beautiful reminder to be careful with others frailties and heartaches, for one day, they could be our own.

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      Mrs. J. B. 7 years ago from Southern California

      Netts: I love how you can write about so many different topics. I like how you can go from one extreme to another but always supplying the reader with the ability to read every single word, sentence.

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      Annette Donaldson 7 years ago from Northern Ireland

      Thank you B. I thought this one may relate to you. I was shown a short film in which Virginnia McKenna stared, as a disabled lady who could not talk, when I was training for my position. I will never forget it, and it inspired me to write this poem. x

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      b. Malin 7 years ago

      Oh that was so Sad, and Beautiful Bluestar, you've captured the fears of the "one" left behind so well... We all hope this won't happy, but sadly in some cases, it does.