I won an honourable mention from Siobhan Muir's Week-354
Sunset Gardens
The woman held her granddaughter tenderly in her
arms and smiled, it was so wonderful to be a grandmother. She kissed the
new-born baby’s head and held her tight rocking her back and forth. She then
took out a bottle holding it to the babe’s lift she fed the hungry baby.
How she loved this baby her heart was full. Time
went by and the baby was toddler. She loved it when the parents brought the
baby to her. She remembered when her daughter was this small and she had held
her in her arms. Her daughter had brought so much joy and now little Emily had
done the same.
She watched as the baby toddled across the floor.
Across the hall a woman in scrubs asked, “What do
you hear?”
“I hear a woman looking after a baby.”
“That’s correct a lot of dementia and mentally ill
patients go back to a happier time in their minds. Amelia is ninety years old
and she lost her daughter, son-in law and young granddaughter about twenty five
years ago to a drunk driver ; she hasn’t ever been able to face that so she
lives her own world where they still live and she babysits her grandchild.”
“So what do we do?”
“We agree with her that her grandchild is beautiful
when she asks and allow her to play with the doll and call it Emma.”
“I can do that,” the aide claimed.
“Good you’ll do well here at Sunset Gardens.”
©Sheilagh Lee March 15 2019
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