Thursday, August 13, 2020

At Your Window

I’m sorry in advance that this is depressing.  But, the reality is stark.  I wrote this poem on my way home from work after doing another window visit today.  

I understand that nursing homes are trying to keep their residents safe, intentions are good, they have to follow the rules that other people make, and the heroes who work there are working very, very hard...

But, they are suffering trying to be all things to all people, and the people they are working so hard to serve are suffering more still.  I don’t know how to change laws or rules, but I know how to write.  And I know how to hope to be a voice for the voiceless as people languish in the silence...



At Your Window


I am standing outside your window

And you can see me there

But I cannot hold your hand 

And I cannot stroke your hair.


I yell through the glass that I miss you

And I fill your bird feeder

You yell back from your bed

That you feel bad everywhere.


I say that I am sorry

I say “This is the pits”

You lay there untouched and seen

Hoping this is it.


But it’s not and you grow tired

You’re angry they like to say

So the overworked few who can come in

No longer want to stay.


I tell you that I love you

But through the window I cannot climb

So, I turn around and walk away

And again leave you behind.


I hope that some little birds

Will come and stay awhile

Though they innocently flaunt their freedom

May they also bring a smile...


While you lay in endless wait 

For things to open up

You will not die from Covid

You will die from lack of love.



4 comments:

  1. Heidi! Thanks,
    Continue to write poems, etc. we know it
    Is from the heart so we understand if
    It comes from you. IT IS REAL..🙏🙏

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  2. Thank you, Ron. Yes, unfortunately it is very real.

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  3. So sad that this is the reality for so many. I cannot begin to imagine the pain for you or them. Bless you sweet Heidi! Bless you!

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  4. That brought tears to my eyes. I am so grateful that I never had to go through that. I could not see him very often for awhile but I always got to hold his hand and kiss him good night when I left. My heart aches for those who had to live looking through a window. You have an amazing gift to comfort people in the darkest of times.

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