Just Another Old Lady


                                    She was just another old lady
                                    She sat there in a wheel chair, strapped in, her head down
                                    Parked off to the side in hallway of the skilled nursing section
                                    Transferred up here 4 hours ago for extended care and therapy
                                    Sitting not eight feet from the nurses station yet never even seen
                                    Their faces glued to monitors inputting data more real than she

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Recently fallen and now suffering from a second mild heart attack
                                    Her once clear and sharp mind was now somehow lost in medication
                                    The heart fallen to 20 beats a minute and a pacemaker was installed
                                    While her body fought to recover and her mind straining for her sanity
                                    She sat in the hall, in a wheel chair, crying tears that would not come

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Waiting in the hall, in a wheelchair, for a room to lay down and rest
                                    A picture in black and blue from her fall and the pacemaker surgery
                                    Empty rooms only a few feet away beckoned silently with open doors
                                    Her 85 year old heart had only been beating normally now for one day
                                    And a mind once full of dreams sat lost wondering why no one cared
                                    As the skilled nursing unit functioned in silence passing her as if not there
        

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Tied to a wheelchair without dignity for her fragile body was like a rag doll
                                    Her once well cared for gray hair now like ice frosted grass blown in the wind
                                    Eyes that looked up pleadingly now and then for recognition she was there
                                    She could not comprehend, in here she had ceased from being a person
                                    But only data now entered on a screen, and data did not require assistance

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Asking to be put in a bed so she could be out of the wheelchair and rest
                                    For they forced her too soon to walk because to be here you needed therapy
                                    But if you did not respond then it was doing no good, but was being ignored ?
                                    Where does it start I wondered, how old and injured before you are not a person
                                    How many people does one take care of before they loose their own humanity

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Once full of beauty and dreams, dark eyes that smiled, red lips that laughed
                                    Her arms knew the joyous hugs of children and the warm of hug of her man
                                    She touched life with all its wonders and life touched her back now and then
                                    Sacrifices made and yet never seen by others all just a part of her hidden joy
                                    Memories for her to dance in within herself were her escape as age closed in
                                    And with the missed beat of a heart, even the door to them may now close

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Unable to care now for herself, forced from living alone to now be with others
                                    Tears fall slowly down old weathered cheeks from eyes now like those of a child
                                    As a trembling hand reaches out with shaking fingers seeking another to hold
                                    And it closes over it with the gentleness of one holding an injured bird in caring
                                    With roles reversed the child is now the adult and the adult becomes the child

                                    She was just another old lady
                                    Waiting now to see the angels around her, for she is not sure they are there
                                    Always having believed and trusted in God and yet so private in her thoughts
                                    She waits now to see them come, to tell her it's time to come home once again
                                    To leave this frail worn body barely able to walk and run laughing through heaven
                                    Wondering now, is it true and why are they not here, why does she suffer so.
                                    Not knowing yet, she must tell them, I am ready, I have no fear, let me come

                                        She was just another old lady.............................but she is also my mother


                                     
                                       This was written as I observed it, as I found her, in the so called Skilled 
                                          Nursing Unit of Citizens General Hospital in New Kensington, Pa. 

 

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