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Lord Bless My Old Ones a song

Lord, bless my Old Ones.

Dear Lord, hear their prayers.

Lord, bless my Old Ones.

Wipe away their tears.



Some . . . are bent and crippled Lord.

Some . . . are deaf and blind.

Most . . . are scared and frightened Lord

And some . . . just afraid to die!



I care for these people Lord.

I want them to see.

That someone still loves them ~

That someone ~ Is me.



When you take them home to you ~

I know, my heart will cry!

A part of love, will leave from me

I saw shining from their eyes.



So, Dear Lord, bless my Old Ones.

Wrap them in your loving arms.

For now, I must soon leave them.

Please, keep them safe from harm.



The love that they have given me

had to come from you above.

The gifts that they have given me

has taught my heart ~ again to love.



I leave them now to be with you ~

In your loving care.

Remind them, now and then, to think of me.

Tell them how I truly cared.



These halls, will remain a part of me ~

As I, walk out these doors.

Their hearts so freely given me

I will cherrish for ever more.



For now, I will just say Amen.

It's time for me to go.

I thank you for the gift of them.

I just wanted you to know.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have worked in several convelescent hospitals in my lifetime.  The last I worked in was very small and I actually had the time to really get to know and love my "Old Ones".  I worked there at a time that my life was in a real mess! (what else is new? LOL)  They gave to me so much more than I could have ever given to them!  When I left them behind I somehow felt that I was deserting them.  I had to do something ~ So . . . many years ago, I wrote what you have just read. I take out the guitar once in awhile and sing it in their memory.  I can still picure Rose, so large that it took three of us to get her out of bed.  Her heart was every bit as big as her size.  I can still see Charlie ~ making sure everyone found their way to dinner ~ and Effie~ my dear, dear, Effie!  Her hugs were waiting each morning as I walked down the hall and was the last I felt as I walked out the door on the day I was to leave them behind. So many beautiful people that had given much to the world and was continuing to give!  When the door to the hospital closed behind me that last day, a very big part of my heart remained behind the closed door forever with my "Old Ones"  Such beautiful angels I am sure they have made. ~Lesa~

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©23 March 2002 - 7:43am — aspiringangel
25 July 2009 - 10:11pm — chris
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I can relate to you here. I work in a nursing home, thus I deal with the same population. I did not know you played the guitar. That's awesome! Also, I know what you mean about getting to know people. I do too. Finally, I have had some people pass away. They are in a better place, now.

8 September 2002 - 5:20am — Butch Lesley (not verified)
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It is a special calling to work in convalesent homes, a very special calling.

12 April 2002 - 7:45am — Lorraine Reutter (not verified)
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Lesa, what a wonderful poem about our elderly.And how true the words are. I can see our lives have crossed in several areas ...we have cared for the elderly and we both play the guitar :) I enjoyed this poem very very much. And as you say in your comments each and every person leaves a footprint in our hearts ...they are never forgotten and each has his or her own little personality. Thankyou so much for sharing. You are a kind person and it shows. Respectfully, Lorraine

25 March 2002 - 6:19am — Robert LaFountain (not verified)
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Hi Lesa,

Great poem. Thank you so much for sharing this part of your life with us here at postpoems. I was really moved by this one. My maternal Grandmother's name waas Rose. She was a handful to the nurses who cared for her. She was completely incapacitated and couldn't even roll over by herself. What a pity to have to be so helpless that even rolling from side to side requires help from another.

I'm thankful that there are people in the world with 'heart' and 'soul' such as yourself.

My dad passed away recently and thanks to this poem I can feel pretty assured that he is dancing with my maternal granny Rose and his lifetime love, my mom.

This is a 'feel good make the heart glow warmly' poem

in light and Spirit
BraveHawk

23 March 2002 - 8:42pm — Douglas Lazard (not verified)
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Lesa, this poem is a real tribute to your heart and where it truly stands... Nothing like a guitar ... when you really need it huh!! peace and love~~~~ Dougie