Grandma's in a Nursing HomeA Poem by Michelle GentSelf explatory
Grandma's In A Nursing Home-
Grandma's in a nursing home Her mind used to be as sharp as a tack Now it's as limp as a wet noodle Why am I here? Who are these people? Who are you? I'm your granddaughter Oh Michelle, I didn't recognize you Why am I here? Because these people can take better care of you I wish I could come home with you! Me too grandma, me too! She used to be so lively and spry Walking everyday for miles Taking the bus to anywhere she desired People admired her tenacity And couldn't believe a woman of her 80"s and even into her 90"s had that kind of spirit and spunk Now grandma's in a wheelchair Being spoon fed mush Having her diapers changed by youngsters Told when to go to bed, eat and watch T.V. Freedoms stripped bare She no longer breathes freely An oxygen tank now performs that task A century young and still a little spit fire in that wheelchair Still a little air's been let out of those tires And sometimes, just sometimes I feel like she's been thrown away Like an old worn out shoe that's served it's purpose © 2015 Michelle GentAuthor's Note
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Added on November 24, 2015 Last Updated on November 24, 2015 Author
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