
CALA’s new quarterly magazine, News and Views, recently added an additional feature—The Creative View.
Assisted Living is all about people. It’s about caregivers and other staff, it’s about residents and their families. It’s about respecting our seniors and their needs as they age. To this end, this new feature of the magazine seeks to allow different voices into the conversation. Voices that remind us that people are what drive this profession.
We’re thrilled with the submissions chosen for publication for the first run of The Creative View. We hope you enjoy these poems as much as we do.
I Have Walked
By Robert Carson
Dedicated to my friend David
I have walked in summer sunshine, heading into fall
And all I thought that matters, matters not at all.
I’ve gathered my possessions, discounted all my fears
And all I thought that matters changes through the years.
I have walked in winter snow fall, caught snowflakes on my tongue,
Remembering the innocence I knew when I was young.
And, oh, so many friendships have filled my heart with joy.
Still, somehow I have lost the trust I held once as a boy.
I have walked in springtime rainfall, felt the cool rain on my face,
Through trials and tribulations, I’ve not always walked in grace.
Now, I walk in autumn’s color as the summer fades away,
So many seasons of my life, so soon I’ll see that day.
And when my life is over and my memories fade to black,
I pray that I have taken less than I have given back.
Robert Carson is a maintenance worker at Merrill Gardens at Sonoma. A self-taught pianist and carpenter by trade, this is his first time working with the elderly. He is moved by his interactions with the residents to muse on the aging process.
To Sit and Dream
By Rosemary Bishop
While looking for a place to sit
and dream; such as a deep forest,
or a splashing ocean, it would seem;
but, I saw a chair and flopped into it.
In dreams I saw redwood trees
and sun so bright.
But sitting all I saw was my
bony knees and the glare of a car taillight.
Oh, dreams of sailing ships—flying
in the wind—no.
The hard chair crushed my hips,
against the ground I was pinned.
In dreams a lovely scent filled the air.
Really the car exhaust was hard to bear.
I dreamed of beautiful buildings
of ancient Greek design.
I knew the buildings across the street
were dirty and benign.
Then I really looked across the street
and saw a yard full of poppies.
Dreams are reality.
I heard a crow call.
The seat became softer.
The front terrace really is a
lovely place to sit and dream.
Rosemary Bishop is a resident of San Carlos Elms and is 92 years young.
Retirement Home—Just Moved In
By Lou Mohler
You arrive as a stranger in a strange land,
But with no one beside you holding your hand.
A whole forest of people comes into view,
You want to know them and they want to know you.
New personalities unique to behold,
It’s like watching the bud of a rose unfold.
Working to remember names of this long parade,
You need and wish for a good memory aid.
Yes, truly an adventure to know each one,
And then, you discover, there’s still more to come!
Lou Mohler is a resident of San Carlos Elms.
Submissions: CALA accepts of poetry, short stories, and memoirs from California residents exploring issues that would be of interest to our audience, including aging, wisdom, caregiving and community. Visit our submission guidelines.