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Seeing through the Fog
by
Donal Mahoney

In the Shady Lane Nursing Home
Aunt Bea crochets and tells her niece
sitting and listening this Sunday afternoon

that the young ones pushing wheel chairs
changing sheets and bringing trays
must learn to knock because

they’re unaware he’s behind that door
under the big clock in the day room
where the old ones sit for hours

watching television, praying,
writing letters, weeping,
asking to go home.

He's always there, she says,
and he has the answers but
the young ones have to knock

ask him what he wants
because he’s a question
not just an answer.

--Submitted by Donal Mahoney on 2014-10-20.

rhonasheridan:
I live in the middle of such a scene. This is a very accurate portrayal of such a life. Extreme old age is no joke. Good poem.
Posted 11/06/2014 05:22 AM

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