You Can’t Stay Blue

You Can’t Stay Blue.


A pain you can put out

A tragedy will end

And sorrow pouts

But turns about

As soon as someone

Plays the friend

But good times never end

They cannot be erased

No matter how bad times become

The happy ones won’t be replaced

We put out of our minds

The ones who were unkind

And even marching home from war

A comrade’s quip will make us roar

Go back and make a list

Of all the times you kissed

Add one for when you felt the breeze,

Fun in the sun,

Just being pleased

These special moments all are there

And they’re not going anywhere

That’s the beauty of it all

Laugh at the scab

Forget the fall

Put to the test

It will hold true

With grace, in time,

You can’t stay Blue.

Written January 27, 2011 by David Brunoehler

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It’s Life That Lives Forever

It’s Life That Lives Forever

 

 

 

 

I don’t believe that death is permanent

I can’t afford to think so

When my last breath is immanent

I ask the Lord to let me know

He said eternal life is what we get

If we remember who we are

And better yet it’s never grim

As long as we remember Him

It’s life that lives forever

Throughout its changing forms

Like seasons change the weather

Life shifts the sands of storms

It understands and doesn’t move

Although we feel somehow

That all the motions we have made

Should prove to be us now

But that’s exactly what is shed

When once again we say we’re dead

All the time and movement drops

When we discover our heart stops

So let this not cause you dismay

You’ll have another heart someday

And next time ’round may you recall

That you are living through it all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

c 2011 David Brunoehler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Life That Lives Forever

 

 

 

 

I don’t believe that death is permanent

I can’t afford to think so

When my last breath is immanent

I ask the Lord to let me know

He said eternal life is what we get

If we remember who we are

And better yet it’s never grim

As long as we remember Him

It’s life that lives forever

Throughout its changing forms

Like seasons change the weather

Life shifts the sands of storms

It understands and doesn’t move

Although we feel somehow

That all the motions we have made

Should prove to be us now

But that’s exactly what is shed

When once again we say we’re dead

All the time and movement drops

When we discover our heart stops

So let this not cause you dismay

You’ll have another heart someday

And next time ’round may you recall

That you are living through it all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

c 2011 David Brunoehler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond the Nurses’ Station

Beyond the Nurses’ Station

 

 

 

 

Beyond the nurses’ station

Is Rehabilitation

Where patients arise

To do exercise

They’ll stretch and bend

Until they mend

Whatever was wrong

Rehab will make strong

P.T. puts on weights

O.T. concentrates

On day-to-day agility

And ’round-the-house ability

From touching your toes

To putting on clothes

Each therapist knows

“You move it or lose it!”

That’s just how it goes

And if problems appear

With speech that’s unclear

Or trouble with swallows

Speech therapy follows

In time, just as planned

The patients will stand

Then walk on their own

And some day go home

 

 

 

 

 

Written with warmest regards for the Therapists at Alamitos Belmont Rehabilitation Hospital on January 18, 2011 by David Brunoehler

 

 

 

 

Beyond the Nurses’ Station

 

 

 

 

Beyond the nurses’ station

Is Rehabilitation

Where patients arise

To do exercise

They’ll stretch and bend

Until they mend

Whatever was wrong

Rehab will make strong

P.T. puts on weights

O.T. concentrates

On day-to-day agility

And ’round-the-house ability

From touching your toes

To putting on clothes

Each therapist knows

“You move it or lose it!”

That’s just how it goes

And if problems appear

With speech that’s unclear

Or trouble with swallows

Speech therapy follows

In time, just as planned

The patients will stand

Then walk on their own

And some day go home

 

 

 

 

 

Written with warmest regards for the Therapists at Alamitos Belmont Rehabilitation Hospital on January 18, 2011 by David Brunoehler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Nurses at Al-Bel

The Nurses at Al-Bel

 

 

 

The nurses at Al-Bel

What stories they all tell

’bout patients with blisters

And demanding sisters

Through hitting and spitting

They keep on committing

To wet diaper changing

And room rearranging,

Walks in the halls

Picking up falls

Wiping up spills

Dosing out pills

Delivering shots

Preventing clots

If something gets worse

Just holler, “Nurse!”

Or ring the call bell

And they’ll make it all well

The nurses at Al-Bel

The nurses at Al-Bel

 

 

Written on January 12, 2011 by David Brunoehler

THINGS SPENCER TAUGHT ME

Things Spencer Taught Me

 

 

 

Never stop singing

Always sing Loud

Never stop talking

Always sound proud

Never stop laughing

Always show mirth

Never stop living

Always re-birth.

 

Never stop shining

Always bear light

Never start whining

Always dare, fight

Never fear nightmares

Always sleep tight

Never wrong doing

Always be Wright

 

 

 

 

January 10, 2011 by David Brunoehler

Goodnight, Mr. Wright

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GOODNIGHT, MISTER WRIGHT 

Haven’t seen you in a while,

But every thought of you

Still makes me smile

So when I go to bed tonight

I’ll still be sleeping to your right

And smiling as I say,

Goodnight, Mister Spencer.”

Goodnight” to Mr. Wright

The night I first moved in

Your greeting was a grin,

That grew as you drew back your curtain

We knew that our smiles were uncertain

Day by day, I listened,to caregiver(s)care you

As you begged not to be left alone

Then woke up to find that you were half blind

And facing this world all on your own

Well, not entirely,

I soon found out

When from down the hall

I heard a shout

So loud it could set off

Huge sound alarms

Instead it endeared you

As one of your charms

I really don’t know

How you got through the day

With so little to do

And so much to say

Especially to people

And things that weren’t there

That proved to me

You were special and rare

I hated to see you get wake-up calls

Only to get dressed and wheeled to the halls

Like so many others with hands in their laps

Heads lobbed on shoulders

For long wheelchair naps

You never seemed bothered

You saw nothing wrong

I guess when you’re Wright

You burst into song

Now I hear you’re headed Home

Having fought the vital fight

I won’t miss your screams and moans

But oh, those little lights

That twinkled in you eyes!

Every time you sang in the midnight hour

Or when you vanquished phantoms

With such verbal power

Mad as it made me after ten

I must admit I adore mad men

Who can entertain in their sleep and bray

While we mortals lie awake and wait and pray

For what?

That they settle down and sleep?

Or the wherewithall to withstand and keep

A man like Spence

Safe and happy through the night

Say goodnight to Mister Spencer

Goodnight to Mr. Wright

Written on January 4th, 2011 in loving memory for the Wright family by David Brunoehler