Friday, October 16, 2009

Bleeding Upper Mouth Cuts



During the preview, we were very moved to have to speak in public to talk about our residence, the poems of Mr. S., a resident of Our House, we have saved because they summed up perfectly the arrival and brought to new light residents. I want to say that Mr. S. about life in his poems are no longer talking about age, it speaks of encounter, mutual support, and feelings, words that speak to everyone, young and old. These are two poems that we wanted to share with residents, staff and external guests, and we would like to share with you readers Blog: _______________________________________________

FACE Your white hair give softness to your face and erase wrinkles when you smile Your eyes reflect the stars in the firmament your whole face it shines a charm which troubles me and moves me _______________________________________________ HOME OF RESIDENT We are pleased to welcome a new resident

. The person who comes to stay

Our House was placed by his family "You'll see, you'll be fine, we'll look after you." The family went back reassured. The lady was alone! His former home, 3 rooms, is reduced to a small room: a bed, a wardrobe, a chair. It is now in a big house where she will stay: 4 floors, wide corridors, two elevators. She is lost!
"Sir" Is she asks, bewildered, "Where is my room?" Do not answer him not "I do not have time to take care of you, there is staff for that!" Kindly explain to him that the first digit of the room indicates the floor. Show him how it is accessed by elevator. Discourage him from taking the stairs, tripping hazard. In the hallway, the benchmarks show him that will help to find his room. When she will, you will be rewarded with a thank you and a smile. That night a little better comforted, that lady s "fall asleep with you in mind.
(February 20, 2004)


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