Virginia Wylie: Eleanor

Eleanor became my table mate in the dining room. She was a bit gruff and cranky at first, but now, we are best friends. (Ha)


Eleanor came through the door

Into the dining room

Her eyes were purple, black, and blue

“Goodness, what has happened to you?”

“I hit my head when I fell to the floor

Sure, my face and eyes are sore

That’s no cause for gloom and doom

I know I have a messy eye

But you should see the other guy!”

Virginia L. Wylie


Virginia resides in Brookdale Orange City, Florida and is the author of the poetry that appears here. The views and opinions expressed in this poetry are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Brookdale Senior Living.

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