First Impressions

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.

 

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

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.

ZOWEE, WOWEE!!!

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.)

                                                                                                                                      



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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