Not long ago, I had the joy of sharing a hospital room with a very special woman for two weeks. Irene, at 92, was a spitfire when she was lucid, as endearing as a 2-year-old when she was not. She was afraid of the world at night and I would pull up a chair just to hold her hand through the dark hours to assure her that all was well. Her response was so precious. She was not able to speak well, but when she was very pleased, she would take my hand and place it on her cheek, then she would continue to hold it, squeezing now and then to make sure I knew she was awake and wanted me beside her.
Irene’s daughter, Karen came everyday, joy lighting up Irene’s face, just at hearing her voice.
This is not the best quality of a picture as it was with an old phone, but it speaks volumes about what bedside means to me.
The Beloved Desk
When I was a very young girl, my family had moved to a new city and we got an apartment from two lovely elderly sisters that resonated with kindness. One of the treasures that they gave us was a wooden desk with a drop table. When I was young, my mom used it as a storage area for many things from safety pins to bits of paper, bills, forgotten tickets, report cards, table cloths.. etc. You can imagine the enjoyment I had rummaging through each little drawer, nook and cranny.
Today, this treasure is mine and I happily sit here day after day with my laptop. My own notebooks collect here as do my pens and papers, but I try to keep it in good order. This is not just a routine, this is a lifetime of memories that inspires me in the thoughts that it has tucked into its very fibre.
Candlelight, sweet, soft, sure light
Asleep by day, our eyes at night
Come rest beside nature’s glow
Bask in the flame; your frets shall go
They look at us with big eyes from a tiny little face
We fall in love the instant that they are given, by God’s grace
We watch them grow, their little feet pattering down the hall
We do our best to set their path that they will never fall
We pray, we love, we guide we teach, we listen and we hope
Putting all we are into knowing they will thrive in all and cope
Listen to the beauty that leads us on our way
Listen to the sunlight that guides us through our day
Listen to the trees as they direct us strong and true
Listen to the birds as their joy is shared for you
Listen to the flowers as they gaze with loving face
Listen… just listen and see God’s love in all His grace
Little bumblebee adorning the flower
So very tiny yet wielding such power
The taste of your work, so wonderfully sweet
The sting of your anger making armies retreat
Wandering girl with your arm outstretched
Know your future is not yet etched
The pen that lies within your hand
Is one far greater than you understand
Give it to God, let Him write your song
As you walk with laughter and sing along