Category: Hope

Kindness and Service

Years ago, when I helped with my mother’s care, I was always alert to what might be on the floor, to guard against falls. She used a walker, and was trained by therapists and so careful. After her passing, I would continue to pick up a piece of paper in a store or parking lot, thinking of her. I would tell this story to others who observed.

We watch for opportunities to take someone’s cart from the parking lot to the store, if that seems appropriate and helpful. Karl and I shop together.

Now it is best to allow myself to be helped, and I am so grateful for the kindness and service at the stores and restaurants where we go.

We drive home on all the roads we know so well. Some might look a little bleak now. Karl wonders about new construction and keeps an eye on things. Being comfortable in a new place took time for me, and while I know sometimes over decades I needed to change, this time I am grateful I was able to stay. And feel at home. So I know I see some things differently now, than a new person might see.

It can take time for some in our lives to accept changes, as we age and/or health needs change. When the caregiver needs to retire in the sense of physical work, but always cares. I stay close to home now.

Yesterday in a parking lot, I saw a garbage can tipped over. And I knew their staff would take care of it right away. Time for me to go home. Rest, complete a post with one of Karl’s photos.

Image: wpclipart

Ellen Grace Olinger

Short Poems

R  ose clouds at sunrise, and the day
O  pens to songs, silence, and new
S  trength, with hope
E  verlasting

ROSE acrostic poem

old roses
now in bloom
a few petals fall
from the blue vase
caught by a poem

Published by SMILE, 2011.

different shapes
of the rose bush
and lilacs in the yard
they grew towards
the light

Ellen Grace Olinger

Image: wpclipart

In Loving Memory: Poems for my Parents

My parents both had January birthdays. Many years since their passings, yet I am aware of their love in a simple way. My mother lived many years beyond my father’s death. She volunteered at a nursing home and taught English at a church to people new to our country. My father was a veteran and they were both teachers.

Taking turns
Letting each other go
Only to learn again
How love grows,
Mother

love for you
became her care
until she joined you there
grief gives way to fields and wind
and now I hear your voice again

My poems were published in Bell’s Letters.

Images: wpclipart

Ellen Grace Olinger

Happy New Year

I looked at my “Stats for 2019.” After “Home page/Archives” my acrostics for Reading, Library, and Rain are the most read poems.

We are grateful for all the readers, from so many countries, who visit the blog. Thank you and blessings for the New Year and always.

R  est
E  ducate
A  dmire
D  ream
I  nspire
N  ew
G  oals

READING

L ove of literature
I nspires countless
B eautiful hours of
R eading many
A uthors, and sometimes
R ereading beloved books
Y early

LIBRARY
WestWard Quarterly, Fall 2018

R  efresh and renew
 ppreciate the plants in all their stages
I   nvite new dreams as we age and life changes
 ever without Hope

RAIN

Ellen Grace Olinger

Gardens rest

New Year’s Eve morning
gardens are happy
to be covered with snow

The gardens rest, and grateful for plants and flowers this year.

Garden Journal 2019
Photos by Karl

Poems for the New Year

driving across
a new bridge
on an old road

Daily Haiku: November 8, 2018
Charlotte Digregorio’s Writer’s Blog

January thaw . . .
letting go
of old heartaches

Published in A Splash of Water: Haiku Society of America 2015 Members’ Anthology, edited by Catherine J.S. Lee.

poems we read
again and again
washing an old plate
the pattern
still new

A favorite blog poem

turning the vase
of flowers
learning
there are
more roses

Published in Bell’s Letters Poet

The rose is courtesy of wpclipart.

Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.