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Array ( [sid] => 104434 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Great House (.101-05) [time] => 2005-08-26 14:17:17 [hometext] => This is just something I have had around for a while and I see it different ways. I just like keeping them. [bodytext] => The walk was great,
while dad sat in his wheelchair.
I felt some past memories while I pushed.

I romped him around the nursing home building.
We took the side walk on a sunny breezy day, following Mom.
When we finished, we both took him back inside
the nursing home.

At the light brown birdcage,made of wood and glass.
He cracked a smile, at a baby birdie
and became a little happier.

The others shouted out their bingo game.

Dad sat in his wheelchair and may have been
woolgathering about the zephyr the trees and grass.
Or a best friend that died last year, named Mister Lyle.

Or maybe, just love from mom?
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The Great House (.101-05)

Contributed by gary on Friday, 26th August 2005 @ 02:17:17 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

The walk was great,
while dad sat in his wheelchair.
I felt some past memories while I pushed.

I romped him around the nursing home building.
We took the side walk on a sunny breezy day, following Mom.
When we finished, we both took him back inside
the nursing home.

At the light brown birdcage,made of wood and glass.
He cracked a smile, at a baby birdie
and became a little happier.

The others shouted out their bingo game.

Dad sat in his wheelchair and may have been
woolgathering about the zephyr the trees and grass.
Or a best friend that died last year, named Mister Lyle.

Or maybe, just love from mom?

Copyright © gary ... [ 2005-08-26 14:17:17]
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Re: The Great House (.101-05) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 26th August 2005 @ 02:39:28 PM AEST
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thats a very heart worming poem..keep it up!!!

Re: The Great House (.101-05) (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 26th August 2005 @ 02:40:02 PM AEST
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very nice write your imagery was awesome. Nice thought and word
Michelle

Re: The Great House (.101-05) (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 10th September 2005 @ 07:54:13 PM AEST
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I think the elderly just want us to be near them in their last days. It is so very important that they know we are their friends. What I see in this poem is a dad with his son. It is unimportant what is going on.

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