Seniors needing assistance
- Ta'Raya O'Neal Harris
- Nov 4
- 1 min read
Whispers of Independence
In the quiet dawn of a golden age, Seniors rise, turning life's next page, With wisdom etched in every line, Yet some tasks now feel like a climb.
Morning Light
The kettle hums, a gentle tune, But hands once steady now tremble soon, A guiding hand to steady the brew, A soft touch brings the day anew.
Meals and Memories
Chopping vegetables, a dance of old, Yet knives feel heavy, the grip less bold, With laughter shared and stories spun, A friend beside makes the work more fun.
Steps of Care
Walking paths that once felt grand, Now a little help, a steady hand, With each step taken, a bond is formed, In the warmth of care, their spirits warmed.
Evening Reflections
As the sun dips low, shadows play, Reading books in the fading day, A gentle voice to turn each page, Keeps the heart young, ignites the sage.
Threads of Connection
In tasks of life, both small and great, Independence thrives, it’s never too late, With kindness woven through every deed, Together they flourish, together they lead.
Embracing the Journey
So let us honor the paths they tread, With love and support, their spirits fed, For in each moment, with hands intertwined, Independence blooms, beautifully aligned.
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