it has taken
a while
the old man
and his son
have developed a relationship
that has certain
unspoken
rules
the old man
has always been competent
in areas where the son
has not
skilled work by hands
and in general labouring
are the old man’s skill set
his sense of personal control
and competence
has always been
vital
to him
the son knows
to to step
across thresholds
break through boundaries
there has been
a gradual transition
in the relativities
of relationship
as the old man’s abilities
have diminished
and frailties
emerged
so the son
has gradually assumed
more responsibilities
on the old’s behalf
it is a
largely unspoken
transition
visitation
at the facility
is generally
a relatively silent
affair
that strives for an atmosphere
of genial co-tolerance
the conclusion is always a question
and answer
routine
are there any things
that are needed
any tasks or chores
that will not wait
bills
to be paid
lately
health has begun
to fail
frailty has encroached
and the ability
of the old man
to leave his room
to leave his oxygen
supply
to be
larger than life
in the usual ways
has abandoned him
his interests
have equally diminished
and conversation
is now
more likely to do
with joining
his deceased wife
underground
as it is
to do with living
there has been talk
among concerned staff
that folk
less physically compromised
than the old man
may well succumb
to the lack of hope and prospect that pervades
all activities
now
they are concerned that
the old man
may just
give up
at the last visit
though
there was a change
a sense
that he appreciated the presence
of the younger man
and that the atmosphere
between them
was
perhaps
becoming genuinely
appreciated
awaited
acknowledged
today
there is a phone call
from the facility
no further visits
will be allowed
unless
for palliation
no further visits
for the good
the greater good
of us all
~
Life is flipping many pebbles across quiet ponds..
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It surely is, Ivor. Thank you
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Ah….this is happening in many places. A friend of mine here has her Mother in a care facility and can not visit her with the current restrictions. Some days on the phone the Mother is ok but now not so many of those days. Confusion. Abandonment. Despair. Thank you for this poem that describes the whole story so beautifully.
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My sentiments exactly.
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It’s pretty tough on all concerned, Anne. Horrific societal change that has taken place in a heartbeat.
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You have encapsulated the worldwide predicament
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I’ve seen some harrowing and sweet imagery from around the world of folk communicating with loved ones from the outside of care facilities looking in. We’re catching up, it seems.
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