To find room
for her flannel nighties,
a well-worn woollen dressing gown,
her furry slippers
and a few day clothes too.
A much loved book by Agatha Christie,
only one, although
she owned a whole collection,
and a china duck, small, lifelike,
from another collection.
Three photos,
the son who was lost at sea,
her daughter carried away by cancer
and a small picture of her husband
to put beside her single bed.
She brought memories,
muddled up memories,
memories of old songs
she loved to sing,
but sometimes she didn't want to join in.
Sometimes she didn't want to get up,
to be washed, to be dressed,
to mix with others,
sometimes she wanted to go home,
back where she belonged.
Moving Into A Nursing Home
Cynthia, Thank you for your kind words - it means a lot to me as I love the way you write. Very best wishes, Ann
She Tried To Fit In
Published by Family Friend Poems September 8, 2024 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
Ann D. Stevenson only began writing after she retired, when she joined a Writing for Well-Being course. It was during a difficult time, as her husband had recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer. She found writing very therapeutic, more especially poetry. It was a real boost to her morale when Family Friend Poems began publishing her...