The Elderly Father and the Ice Cream ConeA Poem by JudyThe connection between her elderly father in the nursing home and Good Humor ice cream cones is understandable, yet questionable.
Elderly men have dentures. They need to eat soft food. They think like children often, as her father does, because of the onset of his dementia. He is being cared for by a nurse, instead of the pretty teenager that watched him when his parents went out. Now, he is being looked after by an attractive young woman from Trinidad, whom his own daughter hired to take care of ‘daddy’.
She unwraps the chocolate sundae cone and gives it to him to eat. He licks the cone much as he did when he was six, when he would wait outside after school for the Good Humor man. If he was a good boy, Ruthie, the babysitter, gave him a few extra cents for the ice cream cone. Now Teresa, the nurse is giving him the cone, because he has ‘been a good boy’. But he is 90 years old, he is not a boy. But why is she treating him that way, He ate all his oatmeal for breakfast, drank the prune juice and Metamucil as she requested, kept his outer clothes and even his under clothes clean and free from odor, which was what would entitle him to this special treat of an ice cream cone. That connection between her elderly father and the Good Humor ice cream cones, is definitely understandable, but questionable. Was the ice cream cone all about a reward for good behavior?
His mother used to reprimand him for getting dirty when he played outside with the boys after school. How many years ago was that? And how many generations of children separate her father from her own 6 year old great-grandson.
Yet the connection between her elderly father and the ice cream cone is understandable. The vanilla that he licks still tastes the same. And the chocolate with all of its nuts and cookies, still tastes the same. Maybe it is true that the more things change, the more they stay the same. Daddy still smiles, proud that he got his reward, proud that he can have his ice cream cone. For Lila, the daughter, that is all she can hope for. The fact that daddy does not know whether it is Ruthie or Teresa, will have to wait. He does not know who she is either, but he recognizes the ice cream cone, all sugared up with chocolate and syrup.
He has been a good boy, and that is all that matters. © 2013 JudyReviews
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Added on November 24, 2013Last Updated on November 24, 2013 AuthorJudyNew York, NYAboutI am a 50+ writer from New York whose specialty is poetry. I look forward to further networking on this site. more..Writing
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