Trapped in a skin now slack
Barely enough movement in my back
Crowing noise is all I can say
To greet you through the day
Faces come and go
No kind word left to show
This fading memory
Of what I used to be.
At last one takes the time to stop by
A kind light in her eye
She stays long enough to say hello
Asking how I want my day to go
To clear my stuff away
Remnants from the history of my stay
This fading memory
Of what I used to be.
As each light fades again
The distant voices and shadows bend
Confusion over people I have known
Great times I lived through now sown
The loneliness persists
My visitors, a really short list
This fading memory
Of what I used to be.
All I ask for each day
Is a little kindness thrown my way
Trapped in my confused state
Praying you won’t change me late
Waiting for you to spend
A moment to clean my folds and bends
This fading memory
Of what I used to be.
Thoughts by Mello-Elo 
Beautiful Eloise..this was so touching poem about being compassionate towards the elderly and the sick…no words to express how moving this is..<3
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Thank you Nishi. ☺️
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So poignant, Eloise. This is powerful because it is true. Thank you for this. Giant hugs, WG
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Thank you. I wrote it from my mother’s perspective in hospital and all the other trapped souls waiting for a smile. 😊
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Yes, I understand. My mother was in a re-had facility for most of the summer. It is so hard to see these once proud and loving people in such difficult circumstances. Your poem brought back these painful memories. My mother is back at home now, and we hope she has many more healthy years ahead. Best wishes, WG
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I’m so glad your mum is much better and home now. It is very difficult to watch our loved ones suffer.
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Thank you, Eloise 😉 It is always difficult to watch anyone suffer, especially those we love most. Best wishes, WG
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