This is the first of three poems about Audrey. We had a great poetry corner discussion about our health services providers and out gratitude for them. Audrey and several other caregivers attended the meeting. They were appreciative of the recognition.
When the time finally came
That I needed help to live
Cousin Mary had a name
She was eager to give.
I sold my condo in Atlanta
Packed up my treasures
Moved to Orange City, Florida
To enjoy retirement pleasures.
Mary made all the arrangements
Decorated my new home for three
Sugar, Pepper, and I were now residents
At Brookdale’s assisted living facility.
On March 19, 2016, Mary drove her Kia SUV
The seven-hour trek to our destination
With two tranquilized cats and me
Good-bye cold…Hello warm location.
When we pulled up to the main entrance
“We’re here,” Mary said. I awoke quite foggy
And saw home: pure white elegance
Mary wheeled me to my apartment, still groggy.
I was barely awake in my recliner
When two nurses came to meet me,
Don Marie and Pansy, none could be finer
Then on Monday, Audrey Cahill I did see.
To be continued
Virginia L. Wylie
(Mary Hart is an Emergency Medical Technician for Volusia County. She lives in
Deltona and works about a block away from Brookdale. Our mothers were sisters,
and she is my closest living relative.)