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Father In The Care Home.
larrylark

He’s sat spruced and shiny
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like an old tramp
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who’d abandoned roaming ways.
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Come in from the cold
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on a mid Winter’s day.
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Shampoo’d and pampered
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trimmed to the bone
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in the old peoples home
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spooning porridge from bowls
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“Get the man some tea.” he called,
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“and some decent whiskey it’s all i ask.
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Can i come with you?
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I’ll complete any task.”
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“We could drive to Lytham."
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“Where’s that?”
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“Under my hat.”.
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I tap my head
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in a mysterious way.
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“Can we go to Blackpool
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on the train, right away.?”
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After travelling in circles
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I got up to leave.
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reached out, touched his cheek.
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Somewhere a tear might have leaked.
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.
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As i left matron said” He’s sound as a bell,
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but they’re raising the fees just to keep him so well.”
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10 May 17

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bloody-hell -- that end-note is alarming and sooo real -- you've painted a picture that stands as a testament to our times -- getting old is not for the timid -- if this is a journal, my commiserations -- good luck
 — AlchemiA

Both my parents are in care and in their 90's. It is a logistical financial and emotional nightmare
 — larrylark

Real sympathy for your plight Larry old bean.
My own parents are 95 and still kicking so I can totally relate.
People always say how lucky I must be that they're still around, but they don't understand the reality.
Watching dear ones suffer in old age is a first degree bastard that drains pockets and emotions without mercy.
Well penned and chin up.
 — unknown

Thanks for your supportive and sympathetic reply unknown.
 — larrylark

I'm there right now with my mom. She always wants me to take her out to go shopping, and I am terrified that she will fall again or have an episode of angry hallucinations that I won't be able to handle on my own.
I miss her, and wish I could do more for her.
Some days I visit, and she is almost herself. Some days, a cruel, angry, confused woman who doesn't know me is sitting in her place.
She's only 75.
 — akiikii

It's tough Akiikii but its the way life plays out for some. I don't know whether my mum recognises me or not most of the time but i show her fotos of when we were a family even right back to the 40's and 50's and she does seem to respond. My dad is in and out but in a better way than my mum is. Its tough but sometimes life is like that.
 — larrylark

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