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Father In The Care Home.

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

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