Winnie’s Evening Serenade

Days in that nursing home

Were a blur of activity

Punctuated by a constant

Chirp, chirp, chirp

Of call bells

No one would have time

To stop and speak with Winnie

Until the light in her room

Fell from its bright white

to a dim gold glow

The sun was setting

Behind blinds

Half pulled for privacy

It was then

That Addie’s voice

Telling stories of children and cooking

Fell smooth, glistening notes of joy

Across Winnie’s ears

And as Addie moved

The wet warm cloth

In worship circles

Across Winnie’s back

Winnie gratefully wondered

Where she left off

And where Addie began.

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. cindydyer
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 10:44:07

    Simply beautiful!


  2. pearlz
    Apr 18, 2013 @ 15:03:56

    Great poem. Very sincere.


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