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In old age…

re-tire me,
lose me,
in rubber sea,
cannot move,
cannot be,
my destiny,
discarded be,
on scrap-heap’s floor,
cast adrift
as toxic waste,
of use no more,
though far I traveled,
certain-gripped,
the shiny road,
before I slipped…

copyright Niamh Clune 2012

Do we take care of our elderly? 

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About niamh clune

I love to write in childish rhyme I really do it all the time A Doctor and a Nana too 'Tis on the plum tree that I grew! Before we go any further, I must let you into one of my secrets. When I was little, fairies lived at the bottom of my garden. I used to talk or sing to them quietly (as fairies don't like shouting). And when dew covered the grass and made it glitter and sparkle, I knew the fairies were preparing for a shindig! Everyone knows that when dew is on the grass, fairies have their choice of the most beautiful sparkles imaginable. Fairies might wear peony or iris sparkle. They might wear rose or violet sparkle. Boy fairies wear shamrock and shiny breeches of bark be-dewed and made smooth and slithery ~ great for sliding down mole-hills! Fairies always throw parties in celebration of dew, as fairies love nothing more! They drink it, and it makes them giggle! They wear it, and it makes them shimmer. Dew really is the diamond in the fairy-queen crown. Apart from anything else, dew means it is a new day, and fairies love the time before dawn when they can flit and dart ~ flicker and start; hover and whiz ~ zip and fizz; float and flash ~ make-a-dash; tease and prance ~ skip and dance; hurry and scurry ~ all of a flurry; rush and rail ~ skim, speed and sail! The very best Leprechaun fiddlers play the most lively jigs. Elf harpists pluck at your heartstrings and weave magic in verse. Goblins are, by far, the best drummers, whilst meadow sprites have very high, reedy singing voices ~ almost inaudible to all but the very trained musical ear. Usually appearing on percussion are the cobbler gnomes ~ with a-clink and a-clank, whenever needed, and in perfect time. All in all, fairy gatherings are a sight to see ~ for those able to see them. I spent many an early morning dancing to the tunes of the little people. Very soon, they began to trust me, (Fairies seldom trust humans, as humans do very strange things to fairies and to fairyland), but I could dance a fine jig, pirouette often, sing a long song and recite a poem, all of which is of very great interest to fairies. They taught me some of their ancient secrets about bees and butterflies, worms and magic bears who know such an awful lot about everything. They also taught me secrets about science and the sky, and how to grow up into someone who is wise (wise enough to still believe in fairies). I like to share some of those mysteries with boys and girls (and grown-ups who still have magic in them) who are inquisitive but can also keep a secret. Sssssssssh! Promise you won't tell anyone... Are you ready? Now listen well, to the stories I will tell...

12 comments on “In old age…

  1. Betty Dravis
    November 15, 2012

    Deep meaning and much food for thought in this poem, Niamh. I fear this is true in many situations…and we often don’t take care of our young properly either…depends on the individuals and their lifestyles. God bless us all. <3

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  2. the secret keeper
    November 15, 2012

    If you loved your parents, it would be great to go back to the days when extended families lived together. My grandfather came to live with us when my grandmother died. I loved having him live with us. He was the most loving member in tthe whole house. It seemed natural to me to have him there. Nursing homes or places that store the elderly seem barbaric. Unless someone is beyond reachable mentally or physically in need of constant health care it is a wonderful things to have loved ones together. My grandmother died the day she was told she would be moved from the hospital to a nursing. She was in a state of recovery and didn’t need such care. She vowed that she would never go into one of those places. So after being told this she just gave up and she died that day. It wasn’t suppose to happen that way. If they just let her go home I’m sure that she would have been okay. But her son and daughter turned her away and I feel it broke her heart and her spirit. That’s what is being done to the older senior citizens today. They are being thrown away. If my grandmother were alive today she would definitely be living with me. I love her still to this day and would never throw her away. She was too valuable to me as a grandmother and person who was vital and had great energy. I wish that I could share my life with my new family. And I think she would be thrilled living with my partner and me and all our animal family. j.k.

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    • the secret keeper
      November 15, 2012

      That is suppose to say “I wish she could her life with me and my partner and animal family. What a gift that would be.” j.k

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    • ontheplumtree
      November 15, 2012

      Thank you, Jennifer for your touching comment. Yes! It does break your heart and your spirit to end your life without a home, and without those you love.

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  3. baubo60
    November 15, 2012

    These words represent my feelings at present, and I’m ‘only’ 60! And ready for life!

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    • ontheplumtree
      November 15, 2012

      I am also 60 and ready for life! Thank you for your comment.

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  4. thiskidreviewsbooks
    November 15, 2012

    Care for the Old
    By Erik

    Our elders must be
    Taken care of greatly.

    Clean their bed,
    Cook their food,

    Help their needs,
    Love them with a whole heart.

    Talk with them,
    Read to them.

    Listen to them.
    Learn from them.

    If you don’t,
    What about the next generations?

    —-
    My great-grandfather is 94. He lives with my grandparents and we are staying with them too right now because we are building a new house. I talk to him a lot. He has a lot of good stories. :)

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    • ontheplumtree
      November 15, 2012

      Sweet, dear boy, Erik! I am sure that all your grandparents, great and small, love you with their whole hearts!

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  5. Uncle Tree
    November 17, 2012

    That was a wonderful, but serious slip-up, Niamh!
    Cronyism is alive, and well…dying -
    giving us all the more reason to be thankful.
    :) Thanks for sharing! Peace and luvz, Keith

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