Thursday, December 12, 2013
Rock Away Rest.......
Twas the PRE-Christmas party at Rock Away Rest
and all of us seniors were looking our best -
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;
our punch bowl held prune juice, plus three drops of sherry.
A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope
that Santa would bring us soft candy and soap,
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
secure in this residence and in our depends.
Our grand-kids had sent us some Christmassy crafts,
like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts -
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
and from them she'd crafted a Holiday wreath.
The bedpans so shiny, all stood in a row
reflecting our candle's magnificent glow -
Our supper so festive, (the joy wouldn't stop),
was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate -
The social director then had us play games,
- like - "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Cooper was feeling his oats
proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats -
Our resident wanderer was tied to his chair,
in hopes that at bedtime he still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
made outdoors seem noon to the olde folks below-
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
but we are so deaf that it just didn't matter
A strange little fellow flew in through the door
then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor -
Twas the Director, his Misses, all decked out in red
he jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
our pension cheques - must - just have arrived -
We sang(how we sang) in our monotone croak
till the clock tinkled out of its soft eight-p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds
while nurses distributed nocturnal MEDS -
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
'fore long you'll be with us - we wish you the best.