Reflections Of Afternoon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

I'm gad THE atmosphere of this senior center is so positive and life-AFFIRMING. Many can be dour and the people catatonic. I had a lively dinner with my uncle (89) and four other residents last night and the atmosphere was cheerful and convivial. But individually these five elderly people don't let their minds roam and soar. They don't avail themselves of the movement of language to compensate for the limitations of their bodies in space. They need more stimulation of the sort poetry gives.