Good morning Bernard how are we today?
The girl in the paleblue uniform top leans across my bed
the pillow is straightened and gently eased beneath my head
and the light clean smell of perfume warms me to the voice
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Oh, this is very different and I greatly enjoyed to read it. Pity though that a note of bitterness crept in, but if that's tthe way it is then what help for it?
With bated breath I read your 'sad' (?) tale! This is not your story alone but the story of many aged people who seek shelter in old age homes! The frequent changes are something too hard for an old person to bear. Still one has no say! Everyone is interested in making money and reaping profits! Hope you won't have yet another change of dwelling! I appreciate the way you have stoically resolved to your fate! A remarkable write! A 10
Tried four times to rate this poem a ten, but it's not being accepted. Will try once more with this comment.
Another excellent read. With you one hundred percent. Well done.
This is a very interesting poem. You mentioned the " Holt home" . I would like to know more about it. I am a sister of your friend and fellow poet Darwin Henry Beuning.