A Romantic Spill

Finding Romance in a Care Home

She’s a romantic and always has been;
To kiss and canoodle was one of her joys,
She’d chase him around and around the old house
Till he kissed her and gave her a cuddle–
Much to the glee of their three little boys boys

Well
It was treat time at that time of the day
In the Home where she is wheelchaired all day,
Time for her snack and a wee drink of juice–
Only the thick kind to keep swallowing loose,
Elsewise it would be the devil to pay.

It was then that he came, the time to embrace,
She gave him that look and he knew that look well,
She wanted a kiss and she wanted it now–
He leaned over to her, and she puckered right up,
She’d have her sweet kiss, she’d have it somehow!

How romantic, said the people passing by;
Some others blushed and still some others there
Taunted, Get a room you two, or, Go away.
But the couple kissed each other anyway.

Well the glass in her hand then tilted aside
And slipped from her grip as she reached for his face,
The glass upsided itself in the gap
The juice treakled out and painted her lap,
It even dripped down and oozed over his shoe–
The shoe then of course was no longer new.

Tut-tut said the nurse, what have you just done?
Whatever, he said, I think we’ve just won.
And she in the chair just smiled and smiled on.
Stand back and I’ll get that, said the nurse with a trill.
You’ll have to admit, said he with a wink,
Whatever it was, ’twas a romantic wee spill.

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A quite embarrassing but really romantic little true story.

Just goes to show that romance never leaves the soul.

Not even under the influence of Alzheimer’s/Dementia.

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Illustrations from Word Clip Art