The Orchid - Week 4 for Project Good Thoughts
Memories and good thoughts.
A poignant memory of my mother and an orchid given to her by my brother.
These are sad but good thoughts to add to the Project Good Thoughts, created by Joana "Grace" Goldsmith, to re-enforce the good words that she gave us.
Jo/Grace gave us the good words to encourage us to realize the meaning of those words and to live and practice them daily in our thoughts and deeds... so that they would be become a part of who we are, and we would share those words, especially with Humility and Kindness.
When Grace started the "Good Words Project" I agreed to write a poem for each word she gave us weekly for a whole year.
From the Nursing Home to the Hospital
Mom was sent to the nursing home for rehab after a fall, then she got sick at the nursing home and was sent to the hospital.
The nursing home administrator called me to come and take Mom to the hospital and to take her things away, that when she comes out of the hospital she would either go home or to another rehab facility.
Let's just run away!
Mom was all smiles when I walked in the door, she had packed her things in boxes and set them on the floor. I took them out to the car and packed them inside.
When I went back inside, mom said: Don't forget my orchid. A beautiful orchid was sitting on the shelf and when I went to take it down one of the blossoms broke off and fluttered to the floor.
I thought Mom would be angry, but she wasn't. She was very sad and looked as if she were about to cry.
When we arrived at the hospital, the paperwork was taking so long Mom said to me: "Let's run away!" I asked her, what would my husband do without me?
I had applied for assisted living for her and she was accepted. She was sent to a new nursing home to wait for her apartment to be prepared.
In September of 2004 the day before Mom was to go to the assisted living apartment, she passed away.
Blossom from the Orchid
As we took Mom's belongings from the nursing home, I found Mom's poetry book and opened to read some of her poems, and found the orchid. I carefully took the blossom and sealed it in plastic and gave it to my brother with the following poem that I wrote.
© by Shyron Shenko – September 2004
My brother gave an Orchid to my mom
An Orchid as purple as a plum
With its blossoms on long and slender reeds
Except for the blossoms it would have been a weed
When Mom was sent to the hospital
The rehab administrator, on that very day
Told me, "Take your mother's things away
And I packed her things into my car for another hospital Stay
I helped mom move some of her things into a room on the third floor
Like her book of poetry, but she did not want much more
And as we walked in the door
The Orchid blossom broke and fluttered to the floor
I said to Mom, I have broken it
And expected her to have a fit
Instead she breathed a heavy sigh
I knew she was trying so hard not to cry
I sat the pot on the dresser; the orchid only had two blossoms left
Mom said please put it up there on the shelf
As the broken one from my hand she gently took
And placed it in her poetry book
So... My brother here is what I'll do
I have sealed it in plastic and I am giving it to you!
Project Good Thoughts
Will you write a Hub on Good Thoughts that have come to you?
© 2015 Shyron E Shenko