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Array ( [sid] => 116865 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Waiting [time] => 2006-03-22 17:53:30 [hometext] => A childhood memory, I used to help out with the meals on wheels service for the elderly when I was still at school and remember how sad and lonely they seemed. [bodytext] => A confused mind, an empty shell
Huddled, alone
Greying and growing old
Manufactured meals linger
An air of silence,
Sadness.
An antique wooden chair rocks
Rhythmic, rocking
Dusty books rest on dusty shelves
Photographs witness to memories lost
Crooked, gnarled and twisted hands
embrace heat emanating from a steaming mug
Pale, pallid, sunken expression
He sits and waits
Tired, hungry
Lacking love, attention and life
He sits
He waits. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 32 [informant] => AliB [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

Waiting

Contributed by AliB on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 05:53:30 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

A confused mind, an empty shell
Huddled, alone
Greying and growing old
Manufactured meals linger
An air of silence,
Sadness.
An antique wooden chair rocks
Rhythmic, rocking
Dusty books rest on dusty shelves
Photographs witness to memories lost
Crooked, gnarled and twisted hands
embrace heat emanating from a steaming mug
Pale, pallid, sunken expression
He sits and waits
Tired, hungry
Lacking love, attention and life
He sits
He waits.

Copyright © AliB ... [ 2006-03-22 17:53:30]
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Re: Waiting (User Rating: 1 )
by MorningDove on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 06:07:37 PM AEST
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Yes, AliB, this is exactly how it is. I helped do meals on wheels and it is very heartbreaking to see some of them. They look forward to it because it is the only company some of them ever have, even if it is just long enough to drop the meal off. Sad truly.

Great piece,
Rita

Re: Waiting (User Rating: 1 )
by funnyface on Wednesday, 22nd March 2006 @ 11:00:16 PM AEST
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yes this is a very sad time for most of the elderly and I wish I could do more . I use to work at a nursing home and those folks use to wait for someone to come in and talk to them or just to give them a smile . Sometimes I don't understand why but I know that God has a reason and He is watching over them and I pray that when their time to go comes that they won't be alone. I pray that they know Jesus and everything will be alright when they go . My heart goes out to all these elderly that have no-one . Thanks for posting this it has blessed my heart to know that there is people out there that do care and I'm not by my self with these feelings. Keep up the good work God will surely bless you for it .

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Re: Waiting (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 23rd March 2006 @ 09:46:26 AM AEST
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I remember my gran and mum having meals on wheels respectively, my mum was a bit more cantankerous than most old folk though she was always glad to get rid of the helpers! she was grateful for the food though.
Though towards the end she'd have a mouthful or two and push the food around the silver foil tray.
Bought back memories for me to well done.

J

Re: Waiting (User Rating: 1 )
by Willofree on Thursday, 18th January 2007 @ 11:09:01 AM AEST
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A very heartfelt and caring depiction of the plight of so many of the poor and forlorn. I did Meals on Wheels for awhile; and can really identify with your wonderful portrayal. I currently take communion to the homebound who can no longer attend church.

Well done, peace be with you. Bless you for your caring.

Will

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