POEM STARTER
Write a poem from the perspective of an elderly person about the topic of their inner child.
End and Beginning
The tender, loving grip on my hand as my face is cusped brings me back to a different time for but a moment. That loving and caring, yet guided and concerned grasp was the same one my parents had on me when I was a child. When I first learned how to walk, when I hurt myself, when I felt sad. Somehow, over 70 years after the first, most tender hug I've ever received at this very hospital, I lie here feeling the same way I did then: Loved. Although it isn't my mother who's holding my hand. It's my nurse, caring for an elderly woman as if she were a toddler. We start and end life all the same. Helpless, small, naïve, so fearful yet seemingly all-knowing and confident. As I lay in my bed, I feel like I'm getting tucked into bed with a kiss and a goodnight story. As the nurses come and go, I feel like a child meeting new people. As my brain crumbles and my body deteriorates, I feel like I am once again new to this world. And although I am dying, it feels almost like a rebirth. Concerned gasps and glances remind me of the times I fell in-front of family, and it makes me laugh. I can feel the world slipping away from me, but in my soul I feel a childlike joy. Excited for what the next day will bring, I shut my eyes tight and hope that the bed bugs won't bite. And with a final sigh, I hear the same weeping I heard when I was first born.