Willow Manor in Maple Ridge

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I am invited to be a guest poet at one of the nursing homes in Maple Ridge where I used to work as a Care Aide for few years. It will be nice to visit the fun bunch and share with them my poetry.

 

On Wednesday February 28th I am a guest poet in Maple Ridge showcasing my books and reciting my poems.

Beside working there and freelanced as a Senior Companion, I also was their Arabian Dancer/ entertainment gal. oh, ya. I even once made it to front page in the local papers.

I miss those fun days and it will be fun to go back again.

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https://chartwell.com/retirement-homes/chartwell-willow-retirement-community

 

Trouble in Paradise 

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 © Lozan Yamolky

On the bark of the mighty banyan trees,
inscriptions of a hurting native soul

send shivers down your spine.

 

Near a high-end eatery,
a homeless man lies in deep sleep,

covered with a blanket.

 

On the sidewalk of the famous Honolulu strip,
an elderly woman walks

with all her life’s possessions

in a shopping cart.

 

In the most prestigious hotel a single mother works,
barely getting by;

yet she smiles so sweetly.

 

In the most pristine, ancient forest,

tourists toss trash with little regard.

 

At a beautifully landscaped intersection

cars wait for traffic lights to turn green;

while a beggar in a wheelchair,

with his head down, holds a sign that reads:

Iraq war veteran, please help!

 

The massive, spectacular waves cannot talk;

if they could, they would tell stories

of how many took their very last breaths
seeking the thrill of just being in the waves.

 

Mountains higher than skyscrapers stand tall,
allowing only a few to reach their peaks;

others were not so fortunate.

 

Yes, even in paradise my friends,

there is trouble!
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 © Lozan Yamolky

From debut book: I’m No Hero

By: Silver Bow Publishing 2016

Tuesday Nov 7 @3pm

I am invited to recite poetry from my books ( I’m No Hero ) & ( Counting Waves ) in Maple Ridge Seniors Village on Tuesday November 7th @ 3:00pm
I used to work there as a Care Aide for years and
it will be wonderful to be there again. I miss the staff and the people living there

I appreciate the recreation and therapy staff for inviting me 🙂

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http://www.retirementconcepts.calls.net/locations/maple-ridge-seniors-village/?trkid=V3ADW411363_11738481298_kwd-37838689197__165913861877_g_c__

When I Forget

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When I Forget

 

Remind my son
when I forget his name,
that I knew it before he was born.

Remind the love of my life
when I no longer know who he is,
that I made a vow to love him
to the end of my days.

Remind my sisters
when I become lost not knowing where I live,
to water the flowers in my garden.

Remind my friends
when I forget who I am,
that I was always there;
in good times and bad.

Remind my grandchildren
when my legs forget how to walk,
that I used to dance
to beautiful Arabian music.

Remind my nephews and nieces,
when I forget the many memories I made;
they are all captured in photographs,
in poems and in stories I shared.

Remind my caregivers;
in my younger years,
I was a care provider
and treated my patients
with dignity, tenderness, and care;
I hope they do the same.

When I forget how happy I used to be,
remember how the simple,
free things
brought me joy.

Hugs from friends,
and sitting on my porch swing
made me happy.

Remember how chirping birds
were a symphony to my ears.

Watching sunrises, sunsets
and waves rolling onto shorelines
always made me happy.

Drinking tea,
writing and reading made me glad.

Hiking in the forest,
nature sounds
and touching trees
made me feel so alive.

So, when I recall none of these things,
do not forget that I am a poet;
the one who wrote this poem.

 

© Lozan Yamolky
From: Counting Waves
By: Silver Bow Publishing 2017