Exceptional An elderly couple copes with aging issues Independence by Pamusart

The last child’s fin’ly moving out. We must suppress our joyous shout. The kids, they always take things wrong. We’ll miss all three before too long.  It’s not that we don’t love them all, We’ll always answer when they call. Our kids have made us truly blessed. They’ll always be inside our breast. —————————— Since kids no longer live at home, our trav’ling genes begin to roam.  For trips, each kid now takes a turn to watch our house till we return.  They get the mail and check inside. They check garage and look outside.  We’ll see them on each holiday.  We’ll all bring food and gifts that day.  —————————— Our children slowly drift apart.  For me, this really breaks my heart. But, I'll adjust to this new life. ‘cause you’re my man, and I’m your wife. The kids are free until our health begins to threaten all our wealth. By then the roles will be reversed.  I fall a lot, I think I’m cursed. —————————— You’ve got dementia, that’s for sure. You’re happy but you’re not demure. Our daughter gives us constant care. Our sons, we don’t see anywhere. The kids will then, for us, decide. We’ll fight them though because of pride. But they’ll discuss without our say if we should move or we should stay. —————————— What we desire’s not factored in. From options chosen, we can’t win. They sell the house and move us out. Demeaning, it’s without a doubt. They now take turns providing care, but we are shuffled ev’rywhere. A deep depression takes its toll ‘cause independence was our goal. Recognized Author Notes This is fictitious, but it is based on a lot of fact Demure means not polite. Usually used as an adjective about girls, but it can be about anyone My husband had dementia for years before he died. I have lots of physical disabilities from arthritis and from just being ill with lots of different conditions. I am confined to a wheelchair. Before he died, my daughter had tried to convince us to go into assisted living, but he was a lot more stubborn than I am, and he was not having that After he died, she kind of forced me into assisted living. If she had not, I would have died that is true. But I lost my independence, my house and all of my memories and I felt like I did not have a choice because if I did not go, then she would be mad at me and it would fester. I am sure there are a lot more of us out there. It can cause deep depression, and depression, in older adults, is a problem. It is an issue in society. Thank you for reading my poem Credit Google for the charming photo

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