Shattered Glass House

Dark events altered the course of her life
Her glass house has been shattered by strife
She had always been identified as his wife, she had been a housewife
She had lived in a beautiful sheltered glass house
Now she is truly alone, for she no longer has a spouse
She is small and unimportant feeling, like a dormouse
Stones were thrown by hateful, vicious people
Until she was given no choice but to ring the bell in the church steeple
Her happiness has turned to shattered glass and broken memories
…in the ruble

She currently has been put away
Where they expect her to stay
They really don’t care if she is empty or not
They really don’t care if she sits there and goes to rot
She is nothing more than elderly, and she is sometimes not quite right on the spot
She is an insignificant old lady that lives at the home care place
She constantly has a puzzled half bemused look on her face
For she does not understand the whys of her plight, but she does understand the hows,
…and there is more than a little trace
Of the fact that she is really in the know and she is quite on base

At the nursing facility she is really well fed
She takes double portions and hides them under her bed
Her medications make her sleepy and a little high
They help inspire her scribblings, along with a tad o’pie
She rattles on and makes fun of her keepers
She says they are mean and wear too many beepers
Clad always in her comfy sweater and slippers, she sleeps ’till one to get her beauty rest
This helps her mind regain its youthful zest, and for it to be vibrant to jest
Her creativity and production is always at night, well expressed
When she writes and paints her very best

She is always a little furious, sometimes she gets a little delirious
She gets tired of people who are overly and unkindly curious
About her plight in life and her condition, so she makes it her mission
To cause a commotion, with a strong lack of caution and a lot of emotion
She is a slightly disturbing mad, old, and wrinkled woman
Her arthritis does not hinder her from wheeling after a man
Sometimes she doesn’t always remember her full name
But slowly she is growing in some acclaim
Many wonder what it is she has to proclaim
She tells us what she likes and dislikes
She inspires us to create whatever our state
She wheels her chair out at night
Where she writes on the computer and paints on canvas from evening dusk to morning twilight

In her writing and painting she tells everyone of her lot in life
And of the atrocious conditions of her care home, while she sharpens her pen with her penknife
And in doing so she finds and conveys tremendous inspirations
She lets everyone and his brother and sister know through her creations
That she is completely in charge of her mental faculties, so beware
And completely in the know about why she is there
She creates stories, poems, paintings, and more to share
For her everyday is an opportunity to create something positive
In a world that is sometimes very negative, destructive, and unsupportive

She warns us of her impending passing, and tells of her torture with bad medicine
She gives us instructions for notifying her next of kin
She says the orderlies are always trying to bathe and dress her
She is mad because she wants to do this herself, she is full of anger
And they never clean her room
It makes her fume and fume and fume
She creates and writes peculiar children’s stories
A scary granny twist frightens mommies and daddies
She writes about her family and friends
And she writes about issues that one would not expect from an elderly lady at near end
She paints beautiful paintings and she talks about God
Knowing God even better because her back and neck are always in an eternal nod
A migraine gives her reason to complain
She knows it is from very intense eyestrain
And when the sun emerges she wheels back to her room
Having accomplished writing and painting another day of bloom and gloom


Copyright ©2008 JANE Á PARIS



Joined February 2008

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Artist's Description

This is about an ederly lady that has been put away by others in a rest home. Although she is a little shocked, bewildered, and desperate, she is also full of acceptance, hope, and all sorts of spunk and creativity. She might not have control over certain parts of her life or her environment, however she still has control over her mind and her positive output. No matter what she receives, be it negative or positive, she tries to make it something positive through creation or production. A reflection and conveyance of the negative and positive energies she is experiencing. You might think that she has given up the battle of life, but she hasn’t not at all. That confused, bemused look on her face is because she is pondering what her next writing or painting will be about. She is to be admired for her perseverance and strength. She is old, sick, and feeble, but when many others give up and stop living, she finds reasons to keep creating. It is all in your outlook. She is an inspiration.

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