[JustAmy]

May 5, 2008


Graphic by MamaBear

Recall

Among the long day’s pleasures,
But somehow the recall of touch,
Is topmost in our treasures.

When we were small the comfort gained,
From elder’s calm caressing,
Sustained us in a world confused,
And often quite distressing.

It is the touch that brings to life,
The memories of Joy,
Along with smells, and visions caught,
Our mental tricks employ.

As day winds down to sunset,
And darkness comfort brings,
The bright engulfing feel of hugs,
Heart music gently sings.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 20, 2008

[Mama_Bear]

This is wonderful and reminds me to tell you that two of the people at my MIL’s assisted living center have fallen in love and are getting married next month. The residents and employees at Twin Oaks are all a'twitter, anticipating the big day. The wedding will be in the recreation room. Doesn't that just make you smile? Love can blossom at any age.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for the wonderful poem you wrote for MamaBear’s Welcome Graphic.

Got More?

[DollyCali]

getting ready to leave but wanted to share something that I just sent out via email and some of you no doubt did or will receive it..

This is a video of one of a homeless in Santa Barbara and his pets. They work State Street every week for donations. The animals are pretty well fed and are mellow

. They are a family.

The man who owns them rigged a harness up for his cat so she wouldn’t have to walk so much (like the dog and himself). At some juncture, the rat came along, and because no one wanted to eat anyone else, the rat started riding with the cat and often, on the cat. The dog will stand all day and let you talk to him and admire him for a few chin scratches. The mayor of Santa Barbara filmed this clip and sent it out as a Christmas card.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D85yrIgA4Nk&feature=related

[MEG33]

Wonderful graphic and poem.
Happy Monday Everyone

[NicknamedBob]

Amy, and all, it looks as though a bit of missed formatting caused the first line of the poem to disappear.

Here's a repeat of the text:

Recall

We take a moment for the dance,
Among the long day’s pleasures,
But somehow the recall of touch,
Is topmost in our treasures.

When we were small the comfort gained,
From elder’s calm caressing,
Sustained us in a world confused,
And often quite distressing.

It is the touch that brings to life,
The memories of Joy,
Along with smells, and visions caught,
Our mental tricks employ.

As day winds down to sunset,
And darkness comfort brings,
The bright engulfing feel of hugs,
Heart music gently sings.

NicknamedBob . . . . . April 20, 2008

We'll get it right next time!