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Written to capture my 86 year old mother's impressions of her Rest Home, Malvina Major's |
My mum passed away 4 years ago now. She lived in a rest home supreme Her sense of humour carried her through. She really was a scream. Her GP was Dunphey, He'd visit quite often Mum would have him in stitches and his manner would soften. On entering her room he would ask how she was. Without blinking my mother would say, "With you as my toy boy and my low boy and my pouf I'm feeling better every day! So I thought I would try to record on this site Some reflections of what gave my fancy its flight. High on a hill overlooking more hills the registered nursing staff dish out the pills To residents who, in the eyes of their kin Need somewhere relaxing to sup at their gin On Fridays at Happy Hour if they are lucky Or they could choose to paddle with the turtles or duckies. Actually several of the residents have gone head over heels Into the water with tiny faint squeals and as people are pulled from the water, the fish All swim to the side, None seem to get squished! The ambulance arrives. No decorum. No demeanour. Oh Dear! What a Shame! Another broken neck of femur. Eventually the hues and the cries all die down The doctor arrives from the other side of town. But it's not all so bad. Some days are quite good With entertainments and outings and reasonable food Unless like my mother and you've been here for years The meals, the meals are the one thing she fears 'We sit in our rooms awaiting our teas We always say 'thank you' and 'sorry' and 'please' And tea is the meal that we all hate the most Why can we not have a boiled egg and some toast?' 'At midday our dinner is meat spud and veg plenty And breakfast is cereal and served at 8.20 But teatime's the worst Its always the same Lumpy soup with a sandwich Its really quite tame' Oh yes there is supper but that too is pathetic Mum cannot have biscuits because she's diabetic So they bring her a Milo with milk and sugar too She cannot drink that so what should she do? She has tried Cappuchino and drinking straight soda She doesn't like cocoa no matter what's owed her. Olive tried drinking sherry the drier the better Or Gin and Tonic now that is the letter But at the end of the day it appears unto me That what she would really love is a hot cup of tea It's always so cold when it gets to her room She cannot abide it it's cold as a tomb! The clatter and crash of the supper time trolley Announces the arrival of the old trolley dolly the caregivers are kindly and smiley and round The coffee tastes of mud because its been freshly ground! The soup's "lumpy muck" when it hasn't a name And you can't actually see it. It's stopped being a game. So a fridge on a trolley brought in by daughter, Jane With slices of cheese and lovely relish again The monotony's lifted and happiness returns Until the cheese has gone and once more Olive yearns For a nice greasy pork chop or a sausage that's brown. But no it's lean meat, carrots, mash and peas that she eats in her night gown When memories go that's when the fun starts Which is the medicine we take for our hearts? Is it Glucosomide, Disprin or Nitro glycerine? Ooops! - Nitro Lingual - I won'e cause a scene. I can't find my knickers. I think, think, think, think I sit in my chair. Oh! What's that in the sink? Aah! Now I recall. I washed them last night. Just as I was finishing they turned off the light! Then the telephone rings. The telly comes on! Oh Bother! Oh Bothe! Which knob's off and which is on? "Hello. Who's speaking? Have you had a good day?" Well what do they care as they all work and play? Each day is the same..eat, sleep, sleep eat Sometimes we go for a stroll in the street. Thank Heavens for my books, my telly, my tapes Thank Heavens for the occasional bunch of sweet grapes Thank Heavens for the Marys, the Sophies and the Myrtles Thank Heavens for the residents and the fish and the turtles Thank Heavens for the caregivers and the nurses and the ragers But most of all Thank Heavens for a Rest Home called Malvina Majors. |