Letter: Recalling a poem from the pastMany years ago, my sister in Worthington — Peggy Knapper — sent me a compilation of poems she had written. She wanted me to critique them.
By: Judith Stahl, Lubbock, Texas, Worthington Daily Globe
Many years ago, my sister in Worthington — Peggy Knapper — sent me a compilation of poems she had written. She wanted me to critique them.
This sister was a registered nurse and taught nursing. She was very capable of making top dollar in that trade. However, she chose to work in the nursing homes. She had a great love for the occupants and was there for them for many years before she died in 2008.
Going through these poems recently, I found this. I know it came out of her experiences with those she cared for, because she wrote it many years before she died.
I just want to urge people to not forget those who are elderly and at the mercy of others.
Alone in an empty house she sits
Where is the children’s laughter
How did the years slip by
Why don’t the children come
Sitting alone in the dark
Forgotten by the family