Saturday, 12 December 2009

Care Home Garden

They fall slowly, old folks,

on cold days

when holding-on hurts,

hurts their limbs too much.

One is fat, another boney,

all have mottled skin

and some wave as they go

ta-ra, flopping their

bumps on the ground

soon to be buried or burned.

All familiar. All follow

cyclical earth, gravity’s law,

heading for stones.

Some drop in sunlight,

some nighttime

and some fall gracefully; never

in rampage,

anger fear or sadness

because they release,


and leave behind potential;



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