My Life in the Retirement Community
My youth is gone, my heart is still.
When I moved to the retirement community, I was like a bird…flying all my life and returning to my original nest.
Peace is flowing through the gardens.
Green willows are the walls; its reflection mirrored in the creek.
In the early morning, singing birds drag me out of my dreams. I began my joyful day.
I take a slow walk under willow trees and exercise by the river… Breezes blow away my loneliness.
Morning activities, Yangko dancing and singing are infused with the symphony of dawn.
Cooking smoke curls upwards three times a day during holidays, our performances are lively, recalling youthful spirit.
Annual rings of life are fading with happiness.
I often observe weeping willows’ caressing the river the branches like hands playing the strings of my heart.
Sometimes while leaning against a railing I gaze into the distance.
The wide screen of blue sky has wiped away memories of trials and tribulations.
White clouds drift.
Silent water flows.
Buildings are trees lifting the sky.
Red sunshine boldly splashes from the treetops to my desk.
How quiet and peaceful my life is!
Even though the mirror says my years are fading, I can see the gentle and quiet spirit of the lily.