Poem 760 – Residents

A tall gentleman pacing around in circuits,
A woman being wheeled past, who smiles and waves,
A book of Dad jokes, sometimes inappropriate,
A carer noticing the unnoticed,
The groaning of a ghost in an upstairs corridor,
A visitor, uncertain of where to go,
Loved ones, and those who can see beyond their years,
A manager who makes this home a home.

A snapshot from today.
(13.01.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by Age Cymru on Unsplash

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