You looked up
Smacking back
Beef tips and rice
Green beans from a can
Instant potatoes
plate on extra long bib to chin
With face of joy
Raised both hands in greeting
I rushed and clasped them to lips
Then kissed soft white wisps
framing eddied brow
"I am so glad to see you!"
You swallowed once, twice, thrice
The ocean from your throat
carried flotsam and jetsam
Syntax and lilt
Between scrimshawed stubs
Pidgin syllable mumbles
A creole of cognition
My soul translated
Feeling your meaning
I became
Who stood before you
Gave you love you remembered
The familiar face and place
Of sunshine and breezes
Seashells and beaches
Footprints and ripples
Without the words you no longer need
And blessed
Stepped into moonlight
Author notes
Made a friend at the nursing home
Actually, I stepped around a corner and cried
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touching...
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resolves lists
there's an analogy of baby and old when needing maintaining turnaround. you reflect at first a corrosion almost seems involved except for absorbtion of thrive yet from routine with care.
your second stanza had an element of surprise brought back to bias. the repetitiveness that can be touching not just to brain. contact has volumes of vitality
that started a most sensitive scene, but I was still unready for the third. the crucial language of not too foreign new or far gone but for such sure start or repair or understanding longing as source...
comfort is assembling and yet as with fast schedule somebody can have synopsis when there's no time to talk or " Without the words you no longer need" but limit isn't left halfish while love can even be ultimate ~
poignant being together generationally and not general,
called Carolyn
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Most impressed with your fisking. The second childhood, the wonder of touch, and how do you communicate. You obviously integrated my technical linguistic terms pidgin and creole. Wondered if anyone would...
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Have done this at home more often than in a facility. However I have had both experiences. Great verbage in this write. I truly enjoyed the pictures you created and it brought back many happy, yet sad moments. RC
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When you give a blessing, you are blessed. Strange, and wonderful.
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I use to say how can you not let them hug you and kiss them and love them back. What people miss the joy people miss. I adore this beautful write.
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That was awesome
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