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By
Penn Kemp
Nursing Her Home
Old women with soft palms folded in
laps unused to lavender stillness wait,
fingering the pseudo silk of a blouse
frayed beyond repair. Wait for ever
to pick them up on eternity’s date.
Wait for the next meal the orderly wheels
you meanwhile round to table. Wait to
greet a nurse in whose face you recognize
a cousin dead half a century revived for
lunch. Wait for nursing to commence.
Wait for home to return. The one promised,
the old one half remembered, half dreamed:
a flushed garden of poppies, peonies, lupin
and cardinals along flashing scarlet spectrum
in lush, flagrant harmonics of house wren.
Pink scalp shines through white wisps as if
sun-touched. What, who is pulling your hair?
Pulling your mind beyond the present, back
forward or out of the brain cave into the new
light that blinds your blinking rheumy eye.
The photo on your door is there to remind staff
you once were a person, a bright war bride,
even though name tags are misplaced and you
wear someone else’s worn slippers. You, once
so fastidious, don’t notice now, don’t care.
The elevator only descends from this locked
ward. Windows allow in light but not air.
Here they consider you safe, your needs met.
For the first time ever, you own time, despite
rigid routine. Wander free where you can.
Wait in the hall for the upcoming call. Wait
in your patient wheelchair for the next round.
Wait while the cancer that hollowed your bone cage
grips you one last time. The handshake of a friend
at last offers you ease, a reprieve now, an end.
Penn Kemp
Penn Kemp is an activist Canadian poet, playwright and editor. Her latest works are two plays celebrating local hero and explorer, Teresa Harris, produced in 2017 and published by Playwrights Guild of Canada. Recent books include Barbaric Cultural Practice (quattrobooks.ca/books/barbaric-cultural-practice/) and two anthologies edited, Women and Multimedia and Performing Women (http://poets.ca/feministcaucus/livingarchives/). See www.pennkemp.weebly.com.
Excellent poem. This is such an exigent topic as baby boomers age, having buried their parents or are now taking care of them and dealing with end life issues. This system of shoving the aged around like cattle needs to change instead offering death with dignity, the right to choose our exit.