Old but still used
(Names changed to protect Andy’s identity…)
Heard Fred broke his hip!
Church blog announced,
Can we pray for him and his healing,
Didn’t click who it was
Couldn’t put a face to the name
TIL he wasn’t drinking coffee in the grumpy old men’s corner after the service on Sunday
When I realised who it was,
Checked, was he at home or in hospital? didn’t have contact information
Woke up Monday with God poking me in the ribs
No flashing lights or great commandment,
“Think you should go to the hospital, see Fred, see if he’s ok take him donuts”
Well I don’t do hospitals, visiting,
Sharing donuts,
two grumpy old men sat there
How am I going to fill the time
With conversation?
With sore ribs
Being convinced, I went to visit and have a laugh at Fred’s situation
Bought supplies, donuts sweets,
last thought, three grapes dangling on a withered vine
Sure the wife won’t miss them!
At the inquiries desk the officious clerk was asking stupid questions…
Name, age, date of birth sure she asked shoe size, maybe not,
was it Fred or Frederick where does he live, when did he come in how do you know him?
confused by the interrogation
Replied
All I know he broke his hip
And likes his coffee with two sugars and cream with sprinkles,
With a look that would freeze hell over
She picked up the phone, made several phone call
She said “If it him”
“He’s been discharged,
Suppose you can go to the discharge ward, he’s waiting for transportation ”
Hot footed to the ward,
Sat on the last bed Fred in his pyjamas
We had a right good laugh
drinking coffee
Laughing as he ate his three grapes,
Shame though he didn’t share the donuts
“saving them for later!”
Helped with the wheelchair and bags of ‘stuff’ accrued while on his sojourn in hospital,
“Let get out of here” Fred cried,
With crutches lance like sticking out,
a thank-you shouted to the staff escaped to waiting transportation
All the way Fred kept saying
“Your visit, perfect timing”
“What made you come visit today”
I replied rubbing my ribs “don’t know, suppose I wanted a good laugh, to see you on crutches”
Look God,
you know I’m old, do you need to be so rough
My ribs are still aching!
But I’m glowing
God chose me to be the man!
Right time, right location!
True story????
It’s for Me to know, you to guess!
Grumpy Grampa
(Names changed to protect Andy’s identity…)
Heard Fred broke his hip!
Church blog announced,
Can we pray for him and his healing,
Didn’t click who it was
Couldn’t put a face to the name
TIL he wasn’t drinking coffee in the grumpy old men’s corner after the service on Sunday
When I realised who it was,
Checked, was he at home or in hospital? didn’t have contact information
Woke up Monday with God poking me in the ribs
No flashing lights or great commandment,
“Think you should go to the hospital, see Fred, see if he’s ok take him donuts”
Well I don’t do hospitals, visiting,
Sharing donuts,
two grumpy old men sat there
How am I going to fill the time
With conversation?
With sore ribs
Being convinced, I went to visit and have a laugh at Fred’s situation
Bought supplies, donuts sweets,
last thought, three grapes dangling on a withered vine
Sure the wife won’t miss them!
At the inquiries desk the officious clerk was asking stupid questions…
Name, age, date of birth sure she asked shoe size, maybe not,
was it Fred or Frederick where does he live, when did he come in how do you know him?
confused by the interrogation
Replied
All I know he broke his hip
And likes his coffee with two sugars and cream with sprinkles,
With a look that would freeze hell over
She picked up the phone, made several phone call
She said “If it him”
“He’s been discharged,
Suppose you can go to the discharge ward, he’s waiting for transportation ”
Hot footed to the ward,
Sat on the last bed Fred in his pyjamas
We had a right good laugh
drinking coffee
Laughing as he ate his three grapes,
Shame though he didn’t share the donuts
“saving them for later!”
Helped with the wheelchair and bags of ‘stuff’ accrued while on his sojourn in hospital,
“Let get out of here” Fred cried,
With crutches lance like sticking out,
a thank-you shouted to the staff escaped to waiting transportation
All the way Fred kept saying
“Your visit, perfect timing”
“What made you come visit today”
I replied rubbing my ribs “don’t know, suppose I wanted a good laugh, to see you on crutches”
Look God,
you know I’m old, do you need to be so rough
My ribs are still aching!
But I’m glowing
God chose me to be the man!
Right time, right location!
True story????
It’s for Me to know, you to guess!
Grumpy Grampa
