by Floriana Hall
(Akron, Ohio, USA)
My husband, Robert E. Hall, 89, fell last September and is in a care home. He cannot walk nor pull himself up.
He still has a sense of humor, and so do I.
CALAMITY IN A CARE HOME
His brand new shirts are missing
The laundry ate his special socks
The workers he is dissing
Or he loves their looks and locks.
He is mistaken for another
By the same first and last name
The bills are another matter
No haircut, he was charged the same.
He is ill most of the days
With pneumonia and infections
Refuses to get up some days
Says he will walk out for defection.
Residents and workers cough and sneeze
'The plague' is what I call it
Perhaps a spring like breeze
And sunshine will help the fit.
He dreams of bygone times
When he could walk and drive
He's loud and sometimes mimes
Milton Burl when he was alive.
Some days his spirits soar
He laughs and jokes galore
Another 24 hours he grumbles
Or wants to sleep some more.
His wife comes to visit him
Frequently when she is able
She eats lunch whether he does or not
He makes snide remarks at the table.
Like, 'You never come to visit me?
'Why don't you go home now?'
Or he tells her that he loves her
She kisses him on his brow.
Walking down the hall to his room
She was almost hit with a broom
It is all laughable or one would cry
If quizzing, why, oh, why?
His daughter was trapped inside
One night someone burned popcorn
Her husband was waiting outside
And the fire alarm blared through the dorm.
The wheelchair is hard to push
Sometimes he says he's too lazy to try
There's no where to go in a rush -
Perhaps a smoke outside
He's taken to the doctor's office
When there was no appointment
They asked, 'What are you doing here?'
No one knows the answer.
He kind of loves the attention
Most of the workers love him
Roommates move out I won't mention
He yells unlike the old HIM.
What can be said about a man of 89 years
Who worked hard for most decades
Only to fall and break his hip? There's tears,
Worry, happy memories, and accolades.
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