Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #elderly-perspective Clear filter
Walking against the gravelled path, A book in one hand, the other a staff, The old man walks down the lane, He has not a jumper to protect him from the rain, I offer him mine, But he does...
A sense of finality fills the air, Nothing to see yet all I can do is stare.
#acrostic #inspiration This is probably the most important Opuss I have ever written Please please please please people do a bit of homework on this woman Her work deserves to be forever...
The last breath. They used to call it the Death Rattle. The technical term for it is agonal gasps but to you and me it's the sound of a body and soul going their separate ways.
When I am old and when I am grey Alone in my house, all day I will stay Sweet cakes I will bake with a nice cup of tea I might even sing and have a little dance Around and around I will deftly...
My mind is not my own, I have washed mummy. I sit here on my own, I like Charlie, to tickle his tummy. A sitting room of the damned, You do that again and I'll smack your hand.
Sitting on a park bench Looking for pigeons to feed, Ignoring the crumpled newspaper That I brought to read.