Grandma's in a Nursing Home

Grandma's in a Nursing Home

A Poem by Michelle Gent
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Self explatory

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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 Gent


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Added on November 24, 2015
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