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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Emmaline Conner room 101(contest winner writing.com)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lids slowly closing, aged eyes rimmed with red<br>Blue veined hands clutching sheets to her chin<br>Fond memories, old boyfriends, gaily dance in her head<br>A Time traveler, scanning archives, sequestered within</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My knock brings her back to this time, here and now<br>With a start she awakens, closes softly memory’s door<br>With a smile I approach, place a hand on her brow<br>Gently bringing her back to the present once more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tucking a bib beneath her chin like an infant<br> Huge Breakfast tray pulled close to her breast<br>Eyes mockingly wide in jesting amazement<br>Solemnly promises to give it her best</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit by her side, uncapping and helping<br>With the soft pureed breakfast I provided<br>A few birdlike bites, her resolve quickly melting<br>She’s really quite full now, she’s decided</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Chiding her gently to eat some more food<br> she jokingly tells me she’s watching her weight<br>And with age earned authority it’s to be understood<br>At a fat eighty pounds, it’s already too late</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remove the tray, knowing when I’m beaten <br>By a wisp of a woman who grows more wispy each day<br>Each day of each week less food is eaten<br>Not much more time in this bed will she stay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">diaper changing endured with lady-like grace<br>bed bath accepted with placid aplomb<br>Grey hair brushed back and tied with white lace<br>Wizened face a portrait of complacent calm</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dear friend, earnest student, strong right hand for her mother<br> Many persons this fine lady has played<br> Big sister for small brother, to strong passionate lover<br>Roles without end and with deep love portrayed<br>  <br>As I place the call button close to her hands <br>She dreamily places withered hands over mine<br>Be sure to come back here for lunch, she demands<br>And this time be sure to bring wine      <br>         </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes slowly closing, drifting off into slumber    <br>I gently pull sheets to her chin<br>Once more a time traveler, to memories without number<br>She travels back to the past once again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At another door I knock softly so not to alarm<br>Another time traveler, body here, mind away <br>A grandfatherly figure with tubes in his arm<br>Nurses whisper to me that he’s not long to stay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wipe food from the corners of his mouth as I feed him<br>While thinking how much these people endure<br>Admiring them all as their sight starts to dim<br>Time travelers, in their memories all safe and secure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silence suddenly broken, by speakers in halls<br>Attention, Code 99, Room 101! <br>My spoon stops… suspended… my heart seems to pause<br>Time traveler, sweet traveler, where have you gone? <br> <br>At lunch time I knock softly, sadly open the door<br> Empty bed, newly made, makes my eyes sting with tears<br> Emmaline Connor, Time traveler, sleeps here no more<br> Is once more a young lady… <br> traveling back through the years</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Whalen">David Whalen</a><div class=q>
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Blue veined hands clutching sheets to her chin
Fond memories, old boyfriends, gaily dance in her head
A Time traveler, scanning archives, sequestered within

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