There we were
Sitting together,
My lover and I,
Sitting in the Care Home.
We were sitting by a window,
A window to the garden,
Chatting and laughing.
We looked out the window
And there he was,
One of the residents,
Sweeping leaves,
Only gently ,
But he was tidying them up.
My lover looked out
And said,
“I would like to do that”
I said “That would be fun,
Your frame in both hands
And presumably,
The broom in your teeth!”
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is true.
- Category: Humor
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Oohh, good write Gold!
Thanfully in her teeth - gave me my first smile today - cheers Andy.
Thanks for sharing UNCLE ANDY ~ sharing your humour in the light of adversity is a great Blessing and example to ALL of us ! We are very pleased that you are SATISFIED with Joyces Care Home & the TLC she is receiving ~ as you know so many are denied that satisfaction and their LOVED ONE ends up in a most unsatisfactory situation. We are exhorted to count our BLESSINGS ! Joyce is settled in a lovely place (Gardens are important !) near enough for you to be able to visit regularly. The humour in this Poem encourages us that ~ athough you have lost much this SAD YEAR ~ We are happy with you that your SENSE OF HUMOR is still intact ~ AMEN ! Love the video ~ Very SOOTHING ~ Visually & Aurally ! Very Sunday Morning !
Blessings & Peace to YOU & YOUR BELOVED JOYCE
Love & Prayer ~ BRIAN 🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡
I should have held that famous arrow in my teeth in 1066, not given it to the guy with his bow. All may have been well if I had done so.
Though there are wonderful 'Mouth Painters'. Some cards arrived from them in the post. I'm being Scrooge in not donating - but I never asked for the cards in the first place, and they are quite expensive too.
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