The Blue
Room
The little
blue room its desires shattered,
Prophecy of lullabies
and little wheels that turned
Are curtains
closed, torn and tattered.
New cedar,
gleaming like angel wing tips
To brighten
the little blue room, pristinely arranged
As two shiny
coppers placed on the eyes, lips
Perfectly seamed
but lifeless, dull, gone.
The
occasional intruder to the room, careful
Not to
disturb sacred ground that was once
Filled with
hope, knowing one, prayerful,
Still seeks
redemption. Day by Day, open a
Door of purpose
to nurture the empty space.
I have a
plan, He said, for My acclaim, to tend
Your faith
and reveal My Grace.
The bell
delivers a promise of a miracle, soon,
A gift with
no ribbon but ringed in innocence, the
Answer, the
intention, of the little blue room.
Constant in
belief, your legacy will continue as
A sacred
road of gold, like the fair crown
Soon to be
brushed with lips that whisper
Thank You
Lord for drifting grace down.
The little
blue room is bustling, breathing,
With tiny wheels
that turn, green, yellow.
Pulse of
laughter, whine of teething,
Animation
comes to life and the door of
Purpose is
covered in ABC’s and 123’s,
Bold, black
marks build a yearly ladder,
That all focus on the point of grace, Kelley
Today my son and I discussed senior citizens. My mother had a stroke 4 years ago and is wheelchair bound with complete left side paralysis. She lives in an assisted living facility. It is very nice and as home like as possible, but my son hates to visit. I asked him why. "Grandmama doesn't MOVE, or talk to me or play with me. I don't like the way it smells in that place and there are no other kids" Pretty normal for a five year old, however, I wanted reality to hit on a five year old level. So I asked, "what do you think I will be like when I am Grandmama's age?" Well, I could see the expressive look come to those blue eyes that only knows sunshine as he contemplated my question. His face took on a disturbed look by knitting of the brow and the fingernail to the mouth as he thought this over. "Mama, I don't want you to change like that" he said. My answer had to be just right. So I said, "Neither do I but we will all get older. You are excited about getting older now because you are growing and each day is a new experience. But one day we will grow old, even you. That doesn't mean our heart changes or our love goes away. It just means physically our bodies will wear out. The love you show me then, will be just as important as the love you show me now. And Grandmama needs to know in her heart that you love her too even though she can't play or talk as much." Tonight while watching television, my precious little boy comes over to the desk where I am working and says "Mama can we take Grandmama a prize when we see her tomorrow?" The right words at the right time made a difference.
ReplyDeleteI like how you explained the aging process to your 5-year old son. Those visits to your mother are probably as hard for you as they are for him.
ReplyDeleteIt was difficult watching my once big, strong, virile father begin to age. His strong back became stooped. Macular degeneration robbed him of his pleasure of reading. I bought him a Kindle DX so that he could enlarge the font, but the technology was too difficult for his brain to master.
Dementia stole his ability to express himself clearly and make sense of his environment. Once I found him looking for his Depends in the dining room. I led him gently back to his bathroom,
His heart was the same, but his body failed him and wore out. Life became too challenging. Death restored his peace.