That Twinkle ( Haiku)

by (Olwin ) Lee Mcdonald   Jun 3, 2019


White silvery hair,
Memories fading from her
..... eyes that twinkle still

* this is written in memory of a dear lady I came to know after my mum died. She was a lovely woman full of warmth and cheer. I went to see her last year in hospital. She died the next day. What I remember about visiting her was that she still had the wee twinkle in her eye that I loved. I wasn't sure if she had remembered me that day as her memory was fading.. And she couldnt talk much. But what i saw un her eyes that day gave me hope and encouragement ( as she had always given me...)

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  • 4 years ago

    by (Olwin ) Lee Mcdonald

    Thank you so much Milly for your kind comment. And yes, we age externally as you say but are still the same person inside <3 .... The Lady you speak sounds so sweet. She probably did think she'd inherited "the mansion" dear love her. Hubby and I go and visit my uncle who went into a care home last year ...and he thinks he's in a hotel ! :) He says its great and will joke about when we go to see him. He loves the music tand bit of a sing song too that is put on evey Wednesday and wil get up and have a wee dance! They play all the old songs and the " old " people love it and sing along. It just seems to transport them back in time. .

    Thank you once again Milly , xo

  • 4 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    With age you come to realise that for many despite the aging exterior inside time stands still. You are the same person you have always been hopefully a bit wiser, certainly more experienced at dealing with life and the difficultes of a declining health. Aging brings with it good and bad things. There was a lovely elderly lady I once knew who had lived on her own prior to having a bad stroke and had lost the use of most of her body. Yet with the hustle and bustle of the care home she seemed perfectly happy living in this new world full of people. She would whisper discreetly that she had inherited the mansion where she had been a servant and point out each of the nursing staff as different servants and would add that because she understood how hard it was to be a servant herself she was always kind to them. Like your lady she always had a smile and a twinkle in her eye so I was never quite sure if she was trapped in her own little world or just playing an elaborate role play as a means of coping with her physical decline. A thought provoking piece Milly x