I softly knock on the door
Silent tranquility beckons me in
I quietly enter the room
To let you know I’m here again
You’ve dozed off soundly in your chair
Weathered Bible by your side
You’ve fallen asleep mid-way through prayer
As you do around seven each night
I come to rest on my knees by your side
Take a breath and touch your hand
Ever so slowly, you open your eyes
You smile like you’ve seen an old friend
We smile and we laugh and we talk
It’s the same conversation each night
I hand you the little white cup
Seven o’clock meds right on time
I sit on the floor near your chair
You tell me about sweet days gone by
And just as you do every time,
You quietly begin to cry
Your tears bring me tears as well
Just as they always do
Because I know just why you cry them;
You’re in Heaven’s Waiting Room
You tell me you’re tired of living
You wish God would just take you home
You’re ready to greet your Savior
It’s been a long and weary road
As we sit and cry together
I tell you what a blessing you are to me
That God must keep you waiting
So you can bless more people, you see
We cry a little longer together
Then you decide it’s time to sleep
I rise to give you a hug
Before I leave, you kiss my cheek
You say, “Goodnight and I love you.”
And I tell you, “I love you too.”
I wipe the tears from my face
I step out of Heaven’s Waiting Room
I’ll be back again tomorrow
To sit with you while you wait
We’ll each be one day closer
To Heaven’s glorious gates
To a place of no more waiting
A place of no more tears
No more little white cups
No more consuming fears
But for now we’ll sit and wait
Together, me and you
We will laugh, and we will cry
In Heaven’s Waiting Room.
This poem always brings tears to my eyes; when I read it, I can picture it exactly in real life. I wrote this after working some time at an Assisted Living center, as a Universal Aide. My duties included delivering medications, cleaning the apartments, laundry, helping the elderly tenants to supper and activities, hygiene care, and everything in between. Looking back I realize what a simple and enjoyable job it was - I couldn't have been making more than $13.00/hour back then, yet the time I spent there was priceless. Heaven's Waiting Room was written about one of my favorite residents, Mardell. She was the sweetest elderly lady with dementia. She was incredibly lonely - her husband had died and her daughters rarely (if ever) came to see her. Her bedtime was 7:15pm. She loved having her evening medications brought to her right at 7:00pm, and would jokingly call me 'Jonny-on-the-Spot' when I got there right on time. Soon I made sure that this was our routine. Her dementia had progressed to the point where she did not remember the conversation we'd had the day before; she couldn't even remember my name, but once I came close to her recliner, she would see my eyes and remember those. Our conversation was the exact same every night:
Knock knock.
"Mardell, may I come in? I have your evening meds."
"Look at you, Jonny-on-the-spot! You're just in time, I just finished my prayers. What was your name again though honey?"
She'd watch me closely as she took the glass of water and the little white cup of pills and swallow them all in one shot.
"I'm Kelsey, remember me from earlier today?"
"Oh yes, you're the one with those big beautiful eyes! My, how beautiful they are. And I love how you've done your makeup. I used to be a hairdresser you know, and I could do makeup too. I miss those days. Those were the days my husband was alive... such good days. And I just miss them so much. Now I just sit here getting old and forgetting everything. Some days I wish I could just die and go to Heaven, you know?"
She'd have tears rolling down her face, and I'd have them in my eyes too, as I'd hug her and tell her how important she was, and how she was such a blessing to me. We'd talk about Heaven and how beautiful it would be, how there would be no more tears or sickness or loneliness.
"Oh honey, I just love you, you're so beautiful and you mean so much to me. You'll come back tomorrow won't you?"
"Of course, I'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Have a good night of sleep, Mardell."
"Before you go honey, can you write your name down here, where I can see it, then I'll remember to pray for you."
She'd reach into a cluttered stack of paper on her nightstand and grab a loose scrap, or her calendar, or a tattered old notebook and I'd write Kelsey down on it. I always wondered how many times I'd written it, and if she wondered through the day why Kelsey was written everywhere, but would continue to pray for me anyway.
After saying goodnight to me many times, and telling me she loved me over and over, I'd quietly shut the door and walk away wiping my eyes, knowing she'd forget it all by tomorrow, and we'd start from the beginning again. She may not have remembered it, but I do, very vividly to this day. And I know in my heart that now Mardell has gotten her wish, and is singing praises to God in Heaven, walking those shining streets, free of dementia, free of tears, and never lonely.
Working with or visiting the elderly comes with the best paycheck: perspective. Mardell reminded me every day of the way we ought to long for Heaven. When we're young and healthy and successful, we get so attached to this earth and the things around us, a place that isn't even our home. We should understand that yes, we do have a purpose here on this earth, and we are to do everything for God's glory, but we should do so with our eyes fixed upon our eternal home, storing up treasures in Heaven that will never decay or fade away.
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