For Sadje: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/87325236/posts/2709496031
Beneath the oak tree
Down here beneath the old oak tree
My daddy used to sing to me.
He sang of love, of joy, of pain
He sang right there despite the rain.
Now that I am getting old
I try to remember what was told
By my daddy about life
On happiness, sorrow, about strife.
I wish I had my daddy now
So he could show me life and how
To live the best life it can be
It will take effort all from me.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
I love your poem. The nostalgia comes through and the longing.
Thanks for joining in the challenge
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Well penned!
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What a wonderful poem!
Regards, teresa
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Thank you Teresa
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So touching.
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Soulful and beautiful
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I wrote a prose poem Sadje and will pit the proper hashtags on now. Someday I’ll get the hang of the ping back thing of maybe I won’t but you get it as always.
The picture so reminded me of a dream shared by someone who takes care of people with metastatic cancer and it was about her mentor. I wrote a poem for the mentors memorial service which is on the blog as well. There are some people who touch your life in such a way you’re indelibly changed. That’s how I can describe the people who have dedicated their lives to bettering those of the dying. The photo really struck my heart. Rare do these pieces come out whir but it was already written if you know what I mean.
Much love,
Ilene
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Thank you for stopping by and reading. I used to bring a therapy dog to the convalescent home near me. Well, the dog passed and I haven’t had a therapy dog since. I will never forget many of the patients. It is so hard to not become attached at all. I think to say there is no attachment is sort of inhuman. I do understand not getting so attached that you break down when they pass. I would like to get another therapy dog and since I am now a widow I think I would make a lot of good connections. I don’t think many of those residents get visitors but maybe twice a year. I tell my boyfriend that it makes me so upset how the US treats its old people and its veterans.
Anyhow, Have a good weekend.
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