The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady,
Who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her?
Hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even
Though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the
Move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby
Of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room
Was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I
Provided a visual description of her tiny room, including
The eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an
Eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
'Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room ... just
Wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she
Replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of
Time. Whether I Like my room or not doesn't depend on how
The furniture is arranged. It’s how I arrange my mind. I
Already decided to love it."
It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.
I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the
Difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer
Work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that
Do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll
Focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored
Away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from
What you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit
A lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.
Thank you for your part in filling my memory bank. I
Am still depositing. Remember the five simple rules to be
Happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
Who is fully dressed each morning by eight o'clock, with her?
Hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even
Though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today.
Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the
Move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby
Of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room
Was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I
Provided a visual description of her tiny room, including
The eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window.
"I love it," she stated with the enthusiasm of an
Eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
'Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room ... just
Wait."
"That doesn't have anything to do with it," she
Replied. "Happiness is something you decide on ahead of
Time. Whether I Like my room or not doesn't depend on how
The furniture is arranged. It’s how I arrange my mind. I
Already decided to love it."
It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.
I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the
Difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer
Work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that
Do.
Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll
Focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored
Away. Just for this time in my life.
Old age is like a bank account. You withdraw from
What you've put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit
A lot of happiness in the bank account of memories.
Thank you for your part in filling my memory bank. I
Am still depositing. Remember the five simple rules to be
Happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
that is a pretty poem
