Voices in Verse: Poetry From Our Associates & Residents
Art finds a way to bring people together. It frees us to express our innermost, private thoughts that we want to keep safe, while at the same time — reaching out and reminding others that they’re not alone. We are honored to present poems from a few of our associates and residents who graciously shared their work with us.
A Note From Megen:
We spent an hour video chatting with Community Life Director Kelly, and resident Gerry from The Watermark at Cherry Hills. Kelly submitted one of Gerry’s poems for this edition of the magazine, and in our conversation, we learned Kelly herself is also a poet. We had a good time learning about their writing process and what inspires them. In that short amount of time together, despite the distance and screens between us, art found a way to open us up, creating a moment for us to be transformed.
We invite you to listen in on an excerpt from our time together.
![A tree with large roots.](https://www.watermarkcommunities.com:443/Watermark/media/images/Corporate/eZine/Roots-640x600.jpg)
Connected By Love
By Kelly Nobbs, Associate at The Watermark at Cherry Hills
this is what my aunt has said to me …
The more I age and grow, this seems so true to me.
The connection isn’t always by blood, but by love.
It is in the stories we have heard a hundred times or more …
It is in the food we prepare …
It is in the photos we store …
It is with a tender heart, we care.
This is Family.
My memories are like watermarks on my heart and soul
Each one leaves a trace of a tear shed, a lesson learned,
or laughter and a story to tell.
![Clay angel pottery.](https://www.watermarkcommunities.com:443/Watermark/media/images/Corporate/eZine/Angel-640x600.jpg)
Value
By Gerry Benz, Resident at The Watermark at Cherry Hills
Perhaps the value of
an old trinket is the memory
it invokes …
I don’t know why I keep it …
It’s worthless …
A dollop of clay
formed by small hands
into an angel (?) holding a
baby
A curio of kindergarten artwork
Memory overtakes impulse
to throw it away …
It was the light in her eyes.
The shyness of her smile.
As she proudly added her
angel to the Crèche that
Christmas.
Worthless?
No. Priceless
I think it is worth keeping
one more year!
A Note From Roseann:
As a receptionist, I am in a position to observe residents from a different perspective as they relax in the lobby area. She spent much of her day in the lobby. She was a mercurial woman, sometimes "lightning in a bottle," enjoying both solitude and fellowship. She carried herself well, exuding an elegance that derived from her personality rather than her apparel. I often found myself musing on her ways. She relocated this past summer to be closer to her children, and we all noticed a change in the lobby atmosphere. Despite her penchant for retreating behind the newspaper, she was a "people" magnet as well. Her absence is like a permanent presence.
![Side of yellow building that has a sign reading East Longmeadow.](https://www.watermarkcommunities.com:443/Watermark/media/images/Corporate/eZine/22-EVP-AL-IceCream-residents-216.jpg)
For Her
By Roseann C. Novak, Associate From East Village Place
Sunday …
She’s been reading the paper all day –
sometimes the same section,
the same place, the same cup of cocoa
replaced twice, so not quite the same.
And people wave to her
And she waves to them –
She wants music lowered,
then higher, then lower again.
Someday …
She gathers herself
(yes, selves must be gathered)
for the world is so very old –
older than everyone’s lives added up.
Her glasses are off, then on.
Her gaze glides to someone
there in the empty room.
The knot of her scarf comes undone.
Remember her, Remember them.