How great Thou art
a mother whispers His name
His presence remembered
she knows she’ll be going home soon.
Ears listening, eyes fixated
on the overhead light
green dress impacting the corridor
wheel chairs at attention in rows
scratches her leg as daily exercise
tummy seems full
dinner was – peas,
chicken and – potatoes, lettuce
was good too
and bread, with dessert of ice
cream, a cherry on top, red
like the setting sun.
© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/
Comments
scratch | December 17, 2011 - 15:42
Well I guess I should comment because I came back for seconds and as far as I'm concerned that means there's something here worth looking at. I really enjoyed the structure of the final stanza, the metaphor was not strained as could so easily have happened in a piece like this. It never descends into sentimentality.
Richard L. Prov... | December 18, 2011 - 00:19
Your comment, Scratch, is very kind. I had the privilege of being a Municipal Home for Aged Administrator for six years in southern Ontario, and it was such a satisfying experience. RLP
Cavalcaderl | December 18, 2011 - 00:29
new Richard L.Prov
Hello! Richard,great poem thought
it had connections somewhere to life!
Like you mention better we can help,more
we can forget ourselves a bit.
Maybe you will get that cherry! on the top!
Well you certainly deserve it, a good helpful person.
bless you and take care!
cavalcaderl julie xx
Richard L. Prov... | December 18, 2011 - 11:30
Thank you so much, Julie, for your encouragement. Merry Christmas from my wife, Esther and I. RLP