The wind whistling through the gaps in the door
Alone with my thoughts , going through memories I have treasured and adore
Got to this stage in my life where I am depending on others
Hard at first but I got there
Through the winters and the summers
Waiting for visitors to arrive
Just so I can hear about their busy lifes
Biscuit tin popped open
Conversations flowing
But can you hear me ?
Can you see me ?
I will wait till you’re all finished to ask me how I am
Please be patient I’m not as fast as I used to be and I ask please don’t finish my words for me
I may speak at a slow pace
But I have thousands of memories to share and embrace
Some good & some sad
All I ask for is a listening ear
Don’t get mad
I just want to feel close and near
To the ones I love so dear.
angelamariabaillie
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Author:
angelamariabaillie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Our older generation, alone in the house or in the care home 💕\r\nLife is hard for them , reaching to a point where they lose independence, they are lonely and thoughts do come and go when they sit alone with not many people to speak to. \r\nSo always be patient and listen . \r\nThe stories are great 🙏
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Yes, that's the way of it though these days the biscuit tin stays in the cupboard for contact is mostly by telephone.
Yes that’s is very true & our older generation can be lonely and they are the most fascinating people the stories they have to tell are amazing 💕 Thankyou
LOL erm.... i'm that older generation.... let me know if you'd like to hear a story or two.... or just keep reading me/commenting on my poetry please.
Your caring words remind me of the well known Beatle song - " All The Lonely People" and so many fall into the category your verse describes -- a needed reminder and thank you for sharing it angmaria
Awww Thankyou so much ☺️X
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