Her gray hair that once flowed around her shoulders
Now pulled back tightly held with a stretch band;
There she sat in her wheelchair // her gaunt body fading
Wrapped in her shawl // holding her little doll on her lap.
As I read stories to the group of elderly residents
She sat with her head down // eyes closed as though asleep;
Yet somehow, I knew she is still listening to me.
I finished, and got out my twelve-string ovation guitar;
They enjoyed singing my old classics from the sixties…
A time when we all were young, and words sung told stories.
As I began to sing, “You are my sunshine…” her head began to move
Others joined in letting the song take them to another place and time.
Thought her body remained motionless, her feet now began to move;
Her soft pink slippers began a rhythmic pattern as she relived the days
When she danced, carefree to the music, with the one she loved.
Clutching her dolly, her eyes went from open to closed and open again
She rode the rhythms of each song in her mind, as feet danced
Pushing her wheelchair back to her unit she quietly said to me,
“I really enjoy that.”
It was then I knew I was making a difference!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Anmol, at d’Verse, asked us to write a poem that uses description of a person that paints a picture of that person for the reader. I decided to write about one of the elderly persons who comes to hear my stories and songs at the local nursing home.
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I take my accordion to our local nursing home. “You are My Sunshine” is one of my favorites, too. Music does touch the core and awaken the soul. Thank you for doing that!
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It does as much for me as it does for them! So very rewarding!
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Beautiful way to share the love and brighten days!
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Thank you Astrid!
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Lovely and so heartwarming. I could visualize her 🙂💕
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Thank you so much!
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So nicely penned ❤🌸
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That’s a lovely story, Dwight 🙂
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Thank you Jane!
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🙂
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This is really moving Dwight. Very well written and above all very well done for the folks in the nursing home.
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Thank you so much Peter! I try to go at least three Fridays a month to read and sing with them.
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Dwight, while reading this, thoughts of my elderly mother came to mind. I’ll admit, tears welled in my eyes,
This was so touching as I could imagine this is how my mother would be if she heard certain songs of the past.
A truly lovely and beautiful piece.
God Bless You! 🙏
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Thank you Becky, your kinds words and affirmation mean a lot to me.
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Much obliged, Dwight. 💗
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That’s how I remember those songs as well: “They enjoyed singing my old classics from the sixties…
A time when we all were young, and words sung told stories.”
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Thanks Frank! The great songs of the past generation!
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Wonderful Dwight. When my mother barely acknowledged the world, she would still respond to music and poetry. It’s a universal language that stays with us it seems (K)
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Yes, I always say music is the last to go!
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So beautiful and touching, Dwight ❤
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Thank You Rosaliene. I appreciate your comment!
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This winter we celebrated my Mother’s 90 years birthday and we had someone coming over and playing… it was amazing to see the changes it made to her and the others at the nursing home.
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Yes, Music is the last to go! How nice you could celebrate your mother’s 90th!
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This is wonderful! ❤
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Thanks you so much!
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Very well drawn portrait of how the heart never stops smiling in sunshine. Feels, do your stuff. I had a 12 string Epiphone in high school, was the substitute organist with it in my father’s church, bitch to tune and kept breaking strings in the middle of what we called “people’s hymns” back then — folk Jesus.
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Thank you very much! I also had a 12 Yamaha that would not stay in tune. The ovation rarely loses tuning. It is a gem. With the new electronic tuners it is now very easy to keep them tuned without breaking those thin strings.
I appreciate your comments
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This is wonderful Dwight how rewarding it is to share especially to the aged, who often live cloistered and removed from the daily flow of life. My mother-in-law and I speak long distance from time to time when she is with her friends. They enjoy when I read my poetry to them. It brings me much joy and satisfaction. This is a wonderful story, thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you Rob. You are right, the rewards are shared equally. It is very satisfying to make this connection.
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How lovely! It is such a sweet rendering — I like how you unfold the scene as you go on with your storytelling and singing. There’s something so charming about it. I loved this bit and the specific picture it paints: “Clutching her dolly, her eyes went from open to closed and open again”.
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It can be very emotional at times.
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Thank you so much for your kind words!
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This is so evocative and such a lesson in caretaking – how important it is to think of simple familiar ways that by-pass failing intellect and let the body remember, renewing pleasure. I can’t thank you enough for your words and deeds.
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Thank you do much!
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I started this after my Father in law got Alzheimer’s several years ago.. When we visited him he would sing with the residents and remember words to songs. He liked my stories as well. So when I got back home I thought I might do the same with our local rest home residents. The really enjoy when I come. It is very rewarding to connect in this way.
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Excellent story. Reminded me of the times I would play the piano for the folks in the nursing home. It was fun and made many friends. – Bob
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Yes, you will not find a better more appreciative audience!
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