i see you almost every day
alone
struggling to walk
i’ve never seen anyone visit you
i’m one of the few you can talk too
as i ask what you’d like to eat
i know your breakfast order by heart
the same thing every day
you collect flowers
i try to save the one from the old vases for you
the smile on your face is worth it every time
i have your lunch order memorized
you love theatre
you’ve told me about plays you’ve enjoyed
you love singing
you love performing
you’ve invited me to your performances before
i know your dinner order
ive never been able to attend your performances
you love biscotti
you love beautiful flowers
you had a dog named abby once
you had a wife once, too
you hum songs long forgotten as you walk
as you sit
as you wait
wait
wait
for what
what do the elderly wait for
we lock them up
shove them away into large buildings
we should be taking care of our elderly
not pushing them away
family is one of the few things we have left
families should take care of their own
i have a coworker
from bolivia
she says that in her country
the elderly are honored
respected
taken care of
cherished
what happened here?
the other day you didn’t show up to breakfast
or lunch
or dinner
i found out recently that you passed on
no one even seemed to notice
or care that you were gone
but i did
i notice
no longer will I save the flowers for you
no longer will we have long conversations about theater
no longer will we repeat the same conversations
over and over because you forget that we’ve already had them
no longer will I see your smile
and my heart
s h a t t e r s
then a new resident arrives
and the cycle begins anew
…
I work in an assisted living facility, and this poem is based off of a couple of residents that I work with. Everything in it has happened to some extent, I just combined a couple of stories and residents that I've known.
The main reason I wrote this is that our society is so adverse and cold towards the elderly. Working with them and just being around them for so long has given me a new insight to their experiences and struggles.
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Maybe someday I'll write more about my experience as a teenage girl working in an assisted living facility. But for now, that's it from me.
I'm also in my teen years and work at a nursing home. It stops me in my tracks every time when a resident passes, and it makes me sad how fast the world seems to move on when all I can do is hold on.